Happiness isn’t about the absence of sadness; happiness is about accepting that the human experience includes a wide range of emotions and all are valid.
Cancer comes in like a tornado and tears your life apart, and very few people understand that. They tell you to be strong or worse—to stay positive. Some friends show up in the most beautiful way and others stop showing up altogether. The losses hit hard.
I’ve come to realize that these hateful displays are not uncommon. They exist as prime examples of the intersection of breastfeeding shame and fatphobia.
As a mom to two boys, it is a great privilege and responsibility to raise sensitive boys, combat society’s tendency to spread toxic masculinity and teach them how to be emotionally aware humans.
Will we ever just let women be? Will we ever be able to move about the world in our uniquely amazing bodies without the judgments and criticisms and critiques?
While I live for adventure, my husband is more of a homebody. I’m used to traveling without him. I don’t feel bad about it, and neither does he, because we’re both doing what we want to do.
