When are you allowed to trust yourself again? This question of trust, y’all. It’s like you make this commitment in front of EVERYONE you know. You pay the money. You do ALL THE THINGS: the showers, the #isaidyes facebook posts, the save-the-date magnets, and even master the...
Greetings, you body rocker bitches. Hellllllllll yeah. Can you tell what the topic will be for today?? Yes, I know. It’s been waaaaaaaay more of a foreva than last time’s foreva since I posted a new blog. Honestly, it’s been foreva since I’ve come up for air from this whirlwind...
So I last posted on my burning questions of codependency. And I had really great intentions of talking about all of these other aspects of being codependent. But I’m going to be straight up with you. I’m ready to move on from these questions. I’ve even been totally dragging...
In part 1 of codependency bullshit, I wrote about the recognition step. The “OH MY GOD, WHEN THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN?!?!” stage. This was painful. And it consisted of a full hour of bawling to my therapist and hours of writing and journaling “less than badass things” about myself while...
Today, I want to talk about something that scares me even a little more than anxiety. Today, I want to talk about…………………….. Codependence. Maybe you’re wondering… Where have I been? What have I been doing? Why haven’t I been posting? All good...
I’m a single, 27 year-old divorced wedding photographer (gotta love the irony there). This is my journey to becoming an independent and badass chick, who refuses to settle. Travel, money, divorce, sex, and all the emotional shit that comes in between.... Maybe, in the past, these are topics I would have tried to sweep under the rug, but I figured it was time to stop apologizing for who I am and what I like. That’s part of being FemStrong.
