I shouldn’t have told my friends that I was studying psychology and becoming a counselor.

Now all they do is come to with issues as if I know how to solve them. That is the beauty of therapy. I don’t have the answers. I will help guide you to the answers that you already know. Also. I am not a professional. Yet. But I know enough how to point them in the right direction. And them being my friends I want to help them because I care. This is what I want to do for a living.

And I am seeing a therapist myself. For me to be able to help others I need to help myself. And I can’t bring myself to admit this to anyone because its for me and me alone. I am not ashamed of seeing my therapist I am seeing progress. But I want to help those I care about too but I have to think about ethical issues in the future as well. There are boundaries I cannot allow to slip just because they are “friends.” or family and I need to remember this for my future.

I get upset when someone comes to me with issues about addiction and my opinions and such. Its touchy subject on number of reasons. First this town that I grew up in is not what it was. My whole family was born and raised here and its crumbling at my feet as I type this. Its heart breaking. I have seen beautiful photos that my own Grandfather took of what this place used to look it and it was breath taking. Like how can society destroy this?! Drugs have overtaken my town and it has taken people I know away from me and their families. I have dealt my hand into substance abuse and I can admit that I was stupid, ignorant and wrong. I stopped. I stopped because I knew what I was doing was wrong. I was hurting myself, and I was hurting those around me. But they didn’t know what I was doing and that alone was dangerous enough for me to be aware of my actions. That is another reason why I decided to go back to school to make a difference. I have my days but I am still fighting my ED and I am working on healing myself. I know that I can’t fix everyone. That is not how this works. You win some and you lose.

I mean I am not upset my friends come and talk to me, I am just worried that they think I know everything when I don’t how will I ever know everything?! I wont! Even if I do become a professional.

I am just trying to be a good person all around.


To The Body I will Never Love;


TO the body I will never love;

I am sorry. I am sorry I have abused you every single day for the last 6 years of my adulthood. I am sorry that I never felt accepted or wanted because of my size. I am sorry dear body that all you were doing was making sure I was still breathing, pumping blood from my heart and helping me move my bones. I am sorry that I mentally told you I was done living on more than one occasion. I am sorry for all the drugs I have tried to kill what I thought was pain inside. Dear body I am sorry that I ate so much and then didn’t. Dear skin I am sorry that you have stretch marks from being overweight to being too skinny to putting on weight again. I am sorry for the fact that I lost so much so fast now I look like failed weightless survivor off of the Biggest Loser. Well because I am the biggest loser. For hurting you dear body.

I am sorry I can’t love you as I should. I am sorry that I have a sickness in my head that I hate myself and you dear body. I see these images of beautiful women of all sizes and I cannot be happy with what I have. I have made drastic changes that have hurt my insides I have ruined you. That isn’t fair. You know for a long time dear body that I was trying to kill myself because of the nasty thoughts that I was thinking and feeling. I shouldn’t have to think that way all because I thought that I didn’t fit into the world of beauty. I am beautiful. It shouldn’t matter size jeans I am in, it shouldn’t matter what the fucking scale says. I am beautiful. I woke up and I am breathing. That is beautiful.

I am sorry dear body that I feel out of place with you all the time. That I feel you shouldn’t be touched by anyone but me. I am sorry dear body that my boyfriend loves me but I have it in my head that he will always love someone else bigger and prettier than me. That is what is inside my head that I clearly need help with understanding that I am wrong. OR am I? I am sorry that I am scared of ever getting married because I feel I will never look good in a wedding dress or that I am afraid scared to have a child because I am afraid to get morbidly obese. It is a gift to have children and to marry the love of your life. I am sorry I am afraid of all these things because I hate you.

I am sorry dear body. I wish I could one day love you and myself for what I really am.

Beauty–a work in progress


What is beauty? According to http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/beauty the definition is :

 :the quality of being physically attractive

: the qualities in a person or a thing that give pleasure to the senses or the mind

: a beautiful woman

Well that should mean that everyone’s view or perspective is different. This is something we can all agree on. Now what about society and the media? Why do they get to dictate what is and isn’t beautiful for viewing on tv, magazines etc?

As a woman and for you women readers we can all agree we have friends on Facebook or see a beautiful model and go “god damn I wish I was that skinny.” or “I wish I was as pretty” we all have these moments of doubt and weakness that we just literally…hate ourselves. Why? Because we feel that deep down we are not meeting these weird secret requirements of life and on how we are supposed to look like? Yes. Yes. We all have these moments were we want to look like someone else than our on bodies have given us. We all have the power to changes ourselves such as diet and exercise eating cleaner and doing things that make us happier. It is possible I have done (somethings not saying I am 110% happy with everything but that is how life is right?)

We are slaves to media and lies. Each day a girl starts an eating disorder because she was told that she wasn’t skinny or she was fat or she was ugly. I can vouch and say it isn’t a fun road and allowing people, and the media to poison us (men and women a like) and our minds. I don’t have to do any research to tell you from personal experience that I have been down this road of self-hate and hurting my body because I simply wanted to fit in and be considered “beautiful.” What I was forgetting that I am a beautiful woman on the inside. I am smart, funny, goofy, kind, caring individual that I was forgetting that existed underneath because I have been so wrapped up in “beauty” I wasn’t seeing the beauty in everyday things. I wasn’t seeing beauty in comfy sheets or that my boyfriend loves how excited I get about books and animals.

Beauty: the qualities in a person or a thing that give pleasure to the senses or the mind

I was forgetting thatI my qualities on the inside are beautiful. Not just because of my smile or I fit in a skinny jeans. Its what makes me alive is beautiful in itself. I also feel smart and beautiful when I get a new book and leave the bookstore feeling slightly more intelligent because well I have these pages and it doesn’t matter what kind of book either. It makes me happy, makes me free and makes me feel alive. The same with buying a new notebook to write in. It doesn’t matter if I am writing poems, a note, a story or my thoughts. Its a quality that someone can see how happy I am that I have it. Think about that what is in you that is beautiful?

Beauty  :the quality of being physically attractive

we are all attracted to something different. What I am learning is that being YOU and beauty right there. Ladies I know that some of us have a hard time being ok with ourselves and our bodies. But if we can go out there and strut our stuff in an outfit that we simply love that is beauty. Believe me it is hard. It something that it takes time and some of us may never have that confidence. Trust me I am not perfect no one is. We all go through it at least once or twice a week have this outfit in mind thinking its going to look awesome get it on and then change the outfit 15 times. Men take note this is one of the reasons why it takes some women so long to get dressed because we are having doubt in our attire to which makes us hate ourselves because not only are we trying to look good but to impress you! Men look at all kinds of women in every shape and size. It doesn’t matter. Some men like busty girls some men like smaller waist-ed women, some men like curvaceous women. We are all different. We come in all sizes! Let me tell you from my own personal journey here. I was 117 pounds bones sticking out everywhere. Hey I thought I looked good I was getting what I thought was positive feedback people telling me I was hot, beautiful whatever. No. No I was not. My boyfriend wouldn’t touch me. Now that I have gained the right amount of weight he simply cannot keep his hands off me because he said that “you look healthy and happy and really beautiful when you have meat on your bones.” See. That is what he is attracted too. Girls with more mean on their bones. He said I could be 200 pounds again and he would still love every fat cell in my body. ( I don’t think I could deal with that again but still ladies I am trying to make a point.)

Beauty is not what the media says. Life is not going to be a Victoria Secret Model run way show. Beauty is not being on the cover of Sports Illustrated. (Some girls are lucky this way ok just understand if it’s not meant for you it’s not. I am ok with this.) Hell being a Vegas Show girl is hard enough. I heard a rumor that some of them…are actually guys shhhhh. I am sick and tired of clothing lines and media and assholes judging people based on their height, weight and size.

So for the fact that I say to you all is love yourself, makes me  : a beautiful woman. Because I am learning to free myself from other people’s judgmentalness as well as letting society negativity tell me what I am supposed to look like because I am a woman. Fuck you. Fuck you to those who didn’t notice me when I was a bigger girl. Fuck you to those who thought that since I lost weight I was only then good enough for you. Honey you couldn’t have handled me at any time of my life’s journey. What else is beautiful is that you are here, living life and growing.

That is what beauty is. Beauty is you.