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Why Are You Yelling 3.0: Over 30 Edition

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Do you even tweet, bro?

In the middle of a group of white guys at work shouting "Beyonce's performance wasn't FOR YOU" and "This is why T***p won!" #nooneaskedyou | 1 year ago
"I know I'm not into politics like you and the rest of the world, but like, I'm really scared now." Alert: white dudes are worried. It bad. | 1 year ago

What I've Been 'Gramming

The true artist behind @ladieslikesnacks is revealed at last. #felixvangogh

Enough to make this old grinch’s heart grow three sizes. 💚💚💚

Recently a Costa Rica pal posted a pic of me on the couch with a friend I made on my trip, in a moment where we’re lost in convo. I usually hate photos of myself that I haven’t controlled. But for the first time ever, I was able to see myself as myself, with the love you might experience when seeing a close friend—the end result of a year of letting go. I went on my trip in March to leave behind 20 years of grief, and came back feeling successful. A couple months ago when someone came through my window and stole my most treasured items, beautiful metals infused with memories of my mom and grandmas, I felt like I was being tested. It was the beginning of fall, the season where the leaves brighten in the most lovely way right before they die. I had no choice but to let the physical items go, and instead, mentally lock in the way they made me feel when they adorned my body. . . To solve two issues for my holistic health, I also had to let go of trying to control my body. I gained weight on new meds and had to lighten up my restrictive diet in order to heal elsewhere. Not much changed in my day to day, but still my body settled right back into itself, bouncing back like a fluffy pillow to the weight I had spent years fighting against. It was finally time to release the hope that my body would miraculously act like someone else’s. It was time to stop defending my body on behalf of fat women. “We can be healthy too!” The thing I had always been afraid of happened: I realized that this is me and it’s always been me, and that “just being” is all I need to do. I released the 33 years of being in transition, either losing or gaining weight, both of which left me in a state of insanity. . . And finally, after a year of defending my brassy personality and the way I take up space in the world, coming to terms with the kind of woman I am (physically, mentally) and how people interpret that, I let go of impossible expectations and focused in on what I can actually enhance. For some, it may not be enough. And I can’t care anymore. . . In letting go of so much, I’ve made a lot of room. My intention going forward is to be more thoughtful about how I fill that space.

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