Tag: self-love
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10 Lessons
I woke up this morning at my boyfriend’s fairytale cabin in Yosemite, dusted with snow and fragments of golden light, and felt a surge of inspiration to document my revelations. Halfway through February, and I can’t help but think that Life has purposefully pushed me to my edge to watch me break, to molt, to…
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What Being In A Long(ish) Distance Relationship Has Taught Me
Long-distance relationships, much like most relationships, can completely alter your understanding of yourself and your partner. Here’s what being in a long-distance relationship over the past year has taught me.
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How To Find Your Magic
When I was only 14, a boy at school called me “flat” for the first time. And continued to until I was 18. At the time, training bras were donned by the early bloomers, the feminine, the blessed. And I was told by one boy, then herds of them, that lacking something meant it was…
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Why I’ll Never Use A Tampon Again
A few years ago, sustainability was at the forefront of my priorities and I wanted to exhaust all options for living a more mindful life. I discovered the “Diva Cup” while I was waist deep in my vegan antics and decided to try the device out for myself. First things first, you should be rather comfortable…
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Gliding Just Above The California Coast
Gliding just above the California coast, I peer beyond the infinitesimal waves, divots, grains, and spirals as words escape me once again. As a writer, it is my duty to hold onto fleeting moments for just a breath longer: enough to encapsulate the undulations of the tides mirrored by the stillness of the cloud cover.…
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You Are Divine
Hold on tighter to what you remember yourself to be. Hair darker than ebony, adorned in drops of gold, and eternal scars broadcasted to those who dare venture close. Close your eyes with me. We’re standing at the edge of the cliff overlooking endless water. Our hands are outstretched as air as fire as sand…
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Mangled Roots, Fragrant Flowers
She turns her leaves to face the sun while squinting her eyes toward glory, Her skin so thick and burnished at the edges: a reminder of the season of storms. Though wind will blow and branches may crack, her sway hums to her story, And seeds that drop from weathered hands can craft a life…
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I Waited All Day
I wake up to the usual procession of two immaculately timed alarms. Blinking hard, I rotate the knob on my pink Himalayan sea salt lamp to counteract the already-dawning dose of S.A.D. or seasonal affective disorder (self-diagnosed, of course). The curtains open at my command and bring streams of light tumbling into the otherwise shaded…