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I have always been curvy and well endowed gal: a habitual “yo-yo dieter”/fad dieter. I always felt bigger than I was when I was younger. Never a size 6, always around 10…and in school that was huge in my mind. I realize that I was usually the only one that it bothered. If I’d known …

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We’ve always been told to ‘never judge a book by it’s cover’. Covers can be elaborate, plain, some are so beautiful and some are completely unattractive to the readers eye. Some have very little color, but it’s what’s in the book that matters. Even the most attractive cover can be the worst read and the …

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Writing saved me. That might seem overly dramatic to you (especially if you know me), but it’s true. If it weren’t for writing, and blogging, specifically, I would not be here today. If It Weren’t For Writing, I Would Not Be Here Today About 7 months ago I went through a pretty life-changing event. An illness …

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Our dishwasher broke sometime over the last week, and I didn’t know it but my fiance just kept running the dishwasher assuming that eventually the dishes would get clean. Spoiler: they didn’t. Our dishwasher is busted. Super busted. And it turns out, you never really know someone until you have to wash dishes with them. …

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Not good enough. I feel this way a lot. Do you ever feel this way? Tell me I’m not strange and alone. Maybe it’s that I feel I don’t fit in with any one crowd. I’ve never been smart enough to be the nerd. I don’t know how to play Dungeons and Dragons, I only …

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“He ran head-first through a crowded parking lot. Terrible Twos? Am I right?” “It’s okay if he had a meltdown during his baseball game and had to be drug off the field. Boys will be boys.” “So he spent all day at school hiding under his desk, hands cupped over his ears, screaming at the …

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The end of the summer means Netflix binges have to come to a close and it’s time to enroll in classes for the fall. I feel excited and anxious at the same time; glad that structure will return to my days, even if it limited my free time. My mind constantly races, thoughts flying by …

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I have two rambunctious boys. They’re three and one and full of love and kisses and Iron Man. The three-year-old, at least. He’s convinced he’s Iron Man. That is my fault. One day while I was doing dishes, I put on the Iron Man cartoon for him and that was that. Ever since then he’s …

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Starting a new relationship is both exciting and nerve racking. You’re eager to impress your new partner but exceptionally nervous about doing the wrong thing; after all you don’t want to ruin the relationship before it has a chance to get off the ground. Life is unpredictable, and sometimes we just have to fail in order to …

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Every time I find out a friend of mine is pregnant, I feel a moment of intense happiness and sheer pain all in the same breath. “Oh my goodness,” I exclaim, the ecstatic feelings winning out. “When are you due?” And then we start gushing together and share in that intimately happy moment of knowing …

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If you’d known me when I was thirteen, you would’ve known three things: First, I wanted to be the first female to play in the NBA. Second, I wanted to be the first female President of the United States. Life experience acting as the killer of idealism, I abandoned my presidential dreams, but who knows, …

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