Fuck “Sexy”

The Belle Jar

Sometimes I feel like I want to ban the word sexy. Like, take that shit out of the dictionary and impose a fine whenever someone uses it.

Which is pretty funny because I’m super sex-positive and I definitely want people to feel good about their bodies and secure in their sexuality, however it manifests itself.

But man am I ever fucking tired of how we use that word to shame girls and sell them on a bunch of gross patriarchal ideas about how they should be.

Take this picture, which was tweeted/posted by Floyd Mayweather and has been making the rounds over the past few days:


Like, first of all, this is a dude who has been charged with two counts of domestic violence. Why would anybody think that what he has to say about women is even a little bit valid? I am not really down with anyone…

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You’re Supposed To Gain Weight While You’re Pregnant

The Belle Jar


When I saw that A Pea In The Pod Maternity is selling a shirt that says “Wake Me Up When I’m Skinny,” I pretty much lost my shit.

Wake me up when I’m skinny.

Like, are you kidding me?

First of all, thank you for contributing to fat-phobia and promoting the idea that women shouldn’t be seen or even awake unless they’re acceptably thin. But, you know, not too thin. Like the chair, the porridge and the bed in Goldilocks and the Three Bears, women must conform whatever size the male gaze has decided is juuuuust right. Spoiler alert: you will never achieve this size, because only fantasy women are ever the “right” size. If you’re a living, breathing, actual human woman, you will always somehow be the wrong size.

Second of all, you are a maternity store. Your job should be to create clothing that makes pregnant women feel…

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Shout out to an author

Shout out to an author

I am a fan of many authors, and I have read thousands of books.  But it is the rare author that I find, who can bring me to so many highs and so many lows in the span of 300 pages.  I have just completed ( in two days ) two books; Finding Cinderella and Hopeless.  Within these two novels, I have laughed OUT LOUD, I cried, I was anxious, upset, angry. My emotions have run the gamut.

   It is because of this, I am compelled to write this post. Never have I felt a need to thank or express appreciation of an author for their writing.  However, there is something special about Colleen Hoover’s novels that make me want to help get her novels out there, and share the ride with others. I sincerely hope she will continue writing for a very long time.  She is the writer I wish I always could have been, and aspired to be so long ago. 

So please visit her site, follow her here on WordPress, as well as Twitter and Facebook. 

Thank you  for reading



Waiting is the hardest part

The older I get the less patience I find I have. I have done the financial info for school, I am waiting on the advisor. I am not only working on this for me, but daughter will be starting Jr. college in summer session as well. There are no timelines , no information when you will hear back, I am waiting to fall through the cracks. I do not want to be nuisance, and I know we are not the only people on the planet. But the waiting on other people is killing me. I am one of those if I could, I would do it all myself. Beginning to end then I would not need to wait . Well I guess it’s out of my hands, but I just may become nuisance anyway. Squeaky wheel gets the grease and all that.
Until next time….

My Journey into the mystic. My Study of Herbalism and Aromatherapy

Share with me the journey I will begin, as I enter the second phase of my life. I will be starting college for the first time just days after my 40th birthday.  Being a non traditional student, I am enrolling in alternative medicine.  Herbalism and aromatherapy.  While  am terrified and excited, I know just as I knew my husband was my soulmate, that I am finally on the right path. There is no second guessing, and I am determined to make this happen. 

So please, come with me into the mystic, into the fields of the unknown.

You told me today

You told me today , you need to go. Leave , figure things out. You told me today , you can’t do this anymore, you didn’t know what you wanted. You told me today you are confused, scared. You told me today you didn’t think I’d understand , that I would be angry cause you changed your mind. You cried when you said you just know you can’t stay here and do this anymore you have to leave.

What you didn’t tell me was how to not melt into a puddle of tears, how to look at you and stay strong. You didnt tell how I am supposed to let you go.

But, what I didn’t tell you was , that as your mother, I’ve dreaded this day for so long. That my heart breaks but fills with pride. That I will be strong on the outside and breaking to pieces inside.

Leave knowing that I love you . That you can come home always and again. That the world is a scary place but I will be there to pick you up, should it knock you down. I will run to you anytime day or night and think and wish for all good things to come. I’m here and I will support you and be your biggest fan.

So , my daughter, remember to ” breathe deep and fly high ”

I will be here when you land .