my advanced practice.
My advanced practice is not a headstand Or a handstand Or that twisty arm balancy thingy I learned to do last year after days on end of trying. My advanced practice isn’t how deep I twist Or how floaty I get Or how I move in rhythm with everyone else in the room...
I Am Pretty.
I’m pretty. I am really pretty. I am pretty and I apologize for it all the time. It’s taking everything in my power not to do it now. See, look? There I go again. The apologies and the excuses, I am so sick of them. Negating it when I feel less than...
The Stories We Tell.
My friend Chris once told me that when he felt a moment of breakdown, he repeated to himself, “The emotions of the situation are not the reality of the situation.” My friend Jen Pastiloff says to me one evening, “Katie. Are you telling yourself a...
The Cover Up.
SHE SITS there staring, at what it doesn’t matter. A loose top by her side, you wonder why she doesn’t throw it on, she seems so cold. Her hands look placed and her head seems positioned. He walks with his friends, laughing a little bit louder than the...
Beauty Is Everywhere.
Beauty is everywhere. There is beauty in the trees, their colors, the way the palm trees gently rock side to side even with the harshest of winds. There is beauty in the unmade bed, the sheets all twisted and lopsided and the pillows scattered across the floor. See...
