A list of things that are “not hot, not not, just meh.” Today’s roundup incudes: Emma Roberts, love/drug metaphors and “third wave” coffee.
The film fails to bring on any overwhelming emotions, I think because it fails to truly connect viewers with each character if they haven’t also read the book. Despite this, there’s a worthy message at the end.
Self-criticism is common to us all, and if we’re constantly comparing ourselves to dubiously ‘perfect’ humans we’re only fueling that fire.
Re-assessing is something we ALL should do, eating disorder/addiction or not. It seems trite and corny but if we do it honestly, I don’t think it is.
Like a curious child who’s just discovered the versatility of wondering “Why?” the shadows will keep creeping in until, eventually, you can’t avoid them.
My body is not functioning at its full capacity because I stopped my recovery halfway—I didn’t keep going, and in fact even in my strongest moments I was still consumed by thoughts of food and weight.
I’ve worn it so much over the last few years that it is pilling and has a hole in the back—shabby and really not at all chic. But despite how dull it sounds, its origin story is a little unusual.
I thought I’d share a list of tried-and-true items that I actually own, that aren’t too expensive, and that I know would make great gifts for you or someone equally cool.
The White Album pounced on me and was truly unlike anything I’d read before—a seamless weaving of current events with memoir, facts with potential fictions, a soft-edged journalism that thrilled me.