Sticks and stones…

You know the old saying, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me”? Such a lie. Words can hurt. Deeply. Broken bones heal, but the pain from another person’s hurtful words can last even decades after they are uttered.

Sometimes people (even unintentionally) say such mean things that I can’t help but obsess about it. At times I am too shocked to reply. And there are even times when the shock is quickly replaced by anger. I have to admit there are moments when the person who, for one reason or another, Continue reading “Sticks and stones…”

Best of 2017: Talking to ourselves

—Not only do I love this post and what it stands for, but I feel this is a very important message to put out there again what with the new year fast approaching. Pay attention to how you talk to yourself and about yourself. Remember that you are amazing the way you are! (Original post found here: https://stepbackandbreathe.com/2017/10/22/talking-to-ourselves/)

One of the women at the retreat, whom I’ll call Willow, said something early that morning that was so unquestionably profound. She was telling us a story about this phrase she tells her children, a phrase she realized we should all say to ourselves. Continue reading “Best of 2017: Talking to ourselves”

Talking to ourselves

One of the women at the retreat, whom I’ll call Willow, said something early that morning that was so unquestionably profound. She was telling us a story about this phrase she tells her children, a phrase she realized we should all say to ourselves. Continue reading “Talking to ourselves”

Pretty Face

 

makeup accessories

I stopped wearing makeup when I was about five months pregnant. Every movement hurt, and “prettying” myself was just not high on the list of things which I thought worth enduring the pain.

(Now, before you scoff or roll your eyes, Continue reading “Pretty Face”

Complimentary, my dear

Last Thursday, Choo-choo, Diesel, and I were eating lunch in a diner while out of town for an errand. (We had to buy a new transmission for an aforementioned broken truck, which you can read about here) As I walked to the restroom to wash my hands, I was addressed on the way by a woman who sat near us.

“Pretty dress,” she smiled at my blue and white polka dot frock.

Stupefied, I Continue reading “Complimentary, my dear”