I advocated for myself when other people did things that made me uncomfortable - and it did NOT go well. What now?

What if, instead of just waiting around for the muse to show up...we simply invited her in?

I've begun to advocate for the well-being of my fat body. That advocacy - that ownership - is a direct result of dismantling my shame.

I loved exploring the mountains, partly because I love nature...and also partly because being fit and active made me feel morally superior.

I'm noticing some shifts - most of which feel positive and empowering, and one that feels like a setback.