I’m halfway through a therapy session when I have a sudden thought. I really want a T-shirt emblazoned with the words “I do what I want.” I want it so badly ... In my head they are code words for “Fuck you...."
I want the things that I save and allow to occupy space in my life to invoke a smile, a warmth, to represent a memory recognizable mainly to me.
Two years after entering treatment for an eating disorder, I was back in the gym and pounding the pavement with a passion I had not experienced in a long time.... For once the desire to run, lift, and ruck was not to burn calories and lose weight, but to honor the heroes of this Great Nation who lost their lives in combat, or as a result of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
I am awkward and confident. I am quiet and outspoken. I wish to be invisible but yearn to be seen. Lipstick is a flirt.