Learning to Love My Actual Body
Alexandra Kuykendall
My skin, my waistline, my grey wiry hairs poking out of my dark locks remind me that I am getting older every time I
My skin, my waistline, my grey wiry hairs poking out of my dark locks remind me that I am getting older every time I
Everyone has an occasional low day. Sometimes sadness is triggered by big stuff: the loss of someone special, getting fired, money problems, marriage problems,
Artist and mama of three littles, Skyler McGee, has a mantra: Show up, make marks. It means showing up for yourself, showing up for
My son won’t eat the center of cucumber slices. I’m not complaining, I mean, he’s eating a portion of cucumbers and beggars can’t be
My husband gave me two coloring books for Christmas – as a child, I didn’t even like coloring, I preferred puzzles and storybooks –
At some point when I wasn’t paying attention, Play-Doh enlisted The Joker and James Bond to train my children how to play with it.
We begin to take root the day we’re born. Each day, we grow, we dig in deeper and become even more established within our
I am a body in motion. Tonight, while cleaning up after dinner, I scolded my 2-year-old for pushing the kitchen chairs around. She lined
I watched as his little toes peeked over the concrete edge of the swimming lanes. His instructor was in the pool, arms outstretched—her rhinestone
There is a part of the wall in my house that I rarely see. This is where the laundry climbs the walls, and in