I had dinner with my good friend, Emily, last night and she was the absolute perfect person to reflect with on the eve of celebrating my fifth year in New York. I was telling her that I used to date from the vantage point of simply dating men based on whether they were OK with…
Most of my 2017 was spent as follows: Bed + Tears + Food + Tissues + Sleep + Repeat. I was wading in this emotional swamp because I chose to take on the herculean task of doing something I had never done–grieve the death of my mother. My mother died 34 years ago when I was a toddler. However I’d never given myself the space to mourn her loss until my life forced me to do so.
I know it’s a tall order to ask for ACCEPTANCE from a society that has rarely valued anyone with curves, so all that I request is that you just let us BE. Let us BE dimpled-kneed, full-bellied, thick-waisted, and double DD’d. Most of all, just let us BE HUMAN—HUMANS who have every right to be respected, honored, and, yes, even BEAUTIFUL.
Will Leah @ 40 or Leah @ 45 be upset that I didn’t make marriage and motherhood more of a priority now? I don’t know. But I can’t build my life today on future regrets that I might not even have.
With each day, it’s a beautiful experience to truly KNOW in my bones that MY BODY is a divine instrument that is WORTHY to be nourished, moved, and loved.
I had this blog post up for awhile about my transition into New York, but then this little self-doubt gremlin told me to take it down over the summer. (NOTE: If your favorite SoulFlakes posts are now missing, you can blame it on her NOT me!) I was thinking, “People are probably tired of hearing…
At the end of the day, we really don’t need a co-signer. We just need to be the first partaker in our dreams, goals, and action plans.
I’m realizing absolutely nothing in my life will ever get done well if I don’t take care of ME FIRST.
My life requires a daily flight outside of the clatter of emails, text messages, phone calls, and social media.
My father was always the first investor in me and my sibilings’ dreams…
I spent so many days in late spring vacillating between being grateful that I dodged a HUGE bullet to being outraged that he took my love and generosity for granted.
There’s no honor in the hustle if you aren’t taking care of your most important asset—YOU