Give away power, it’s tough to reclaim. Perhaps I knew this all along, but I still washed his dirty underwear — from the beginning, before children, even when I earned more money than him.
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Strong-willed little girl, I want you to know there is something very special that is happening to you right now, but the grown-ups around you just don’t see the beauty of the fire growing inside you...at least not yet.
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When I was one, my mother and I left my father in the middle of the night.
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The gap between where you are and where you want to be is the space of neglect.
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In my therapy one of the main things that was brought up was my fear of losing people and being alone.
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I’ve been highly observant since I was a little girl. “Did you hear that sound?”
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Our bodies will always be the point of introduction to the world around us.
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Part of making a home in your life is learning to understand the calls of your soul, learning to hear the small voice, to take time to care, to show regard. Learning to know which words are important, which lines are old narratives, which tapes to press stop on and which tapes to press play on.
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It was as though her voice was calling forth the memories of walking down dirt roads in Kenya, skipping to school for miles with the taste of breakfast still on her tongue.
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It became every bit of me. A fear that surfaced once I could feel her kicks.
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They labeled me as the stereotypical NYer curt, abrasive, direct and harsh. I wore the label like a crown. I wore it like armor to protect me. To hide me. My armor will keep me safe. I'm tougher than they are, I told myself.
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Walking into the hospital for the first time felt familiar.
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The term resilience, to many realms of society, is viewed as an honorable trait of the human existence
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This is the moment I learn that my body does not belong to me. Forever a puppet in a battle that I did not choose.
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I will be my daughter’s curse. I will watch her as my mother watched me
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They told me God was an angry old man who would rather have me dead than happy. They told me I needed to count my blessings, but to keep in mind that I didn’t deserve them. They told me to keep my head down, cover up, don’t laugh so loud, let the boys talk.
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There is strength in seeing yourself with fresh eyes. In being forced to challenge yourself after spending years being comfortable.
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My name is Pam, I'm from Mexico City and I suffer from Vulvodynia. If you don’t know what it is don’t worry, most people don’t. But, if you want to learn about something that affects 6 million women’s lives in the US alone, you should keep reading.
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I carry my most painful and traumatic experiences in my body. The body remembers. There are still some places that are so fragile and tender that they require extra nourishment, support, and intentionality.
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