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More Soft Curves
Reconnecting with my femininity. Funny. Passionate. Intuitive. Sexy. Nurturing. Comforting. Provider of soul food. Loving. Creative. Less hard edges. More soft curves.
Money Matters
When I was 12 years old, I wanted to be rich. Other little girls had posters of boybands in their room and I had posters of Porsches. I didn't grow up poor, but we weren't rolling in dough. Road trips and camping instead of flights and hotels. Relative to the rest of the world, super lucky. But I wanted more.
Object and Subject
I have treated my body like an object, a thing. A life-sized doll to shape, pluck, wax, exfoliate, moisturize.
Girl Gone Wild
When I was a kid, I associated anger with losing control. People gone wild. I did not like wild. I liked predictable, safe, and secure. I decided that I could achieve a predictable, safe, and secure life if I was in complete control.
Damaged Goods
I am damaged goods. Sort of like the Velveteen Rabbit except not as sweet. I am battered, ripped and stained. And real. I am damaged goods and I mean that in the nicest possible way.