EMILY ROSE
IN FULL BLOOM
Escaping the Confines of Anorexia
A Little Blu Light
“We don’t rise to the level of our goals, we fall to the level of our systems.” It was when I was pulling weeds at Abalone Cove for Palos...
Today's Bike Ride
Today’s bike ride was slightly different. After a long while of not listening to my Inner Being, her gentle questions & innocent desires...
Before I'm Ready
“Great people do things before they're ready. They do things before they know they can do it. Doing what you're afraid of, getting out of...
Let's Not Enslave Our Bodies
The way patriarchal Westernization has dominated nature can be equated to women’s manipulation of their natural bodies through eating...
Turn Up The Volume
For as long as I can remember, I have been certain I was a black sheep; a woman existing on a deeper reality away from everything going...
My Psychic Desert
I have been in discomfort of how small my above-ground life seems. Wake up, eat, walk, smell, breathe, write, read, play with kitty, make...
The Meaning of Misfits
As things have begun to toss and turn in the shit storm called 'mid-twenties,' I've abandoned journaling and blogging nearly altogether....
I Think I'm a Feminist
I think I'm a feminist. I think I'm a feminist because I remember taking a course on Feminism in college and really digging it. I think...
To Be So Lucky
Let's start with a quick re-cap of everything I've learned over the past 6 months: Jungian Psychology surmises that there are two...
Foundational Attachment Needs
My polyvocal agency, otherwise known as my body, has been operating out of fear, as a result of my disorganized upbringing. There are...
Empty Consent: Living a life you don't want and how to reclaim it
It turns out, I've taken a brief respite from writing. Involuntarily. Perhaps it's the chaos of the pandemic or the luxury of self-pity,...
Hate Cannot Drive Out Hate
So, there was a bit of a kerfuffle the other day at the Garden Center... My usual kerfuffles usually consist of old white women telling...
My 23rd Womb Emancipation Day
Well, yesterday was my 23rd celebration of escaping the womb. It wasn't as revealing as my previous birthdays have been. I think that is...
A Family of Three
With reflexive shame, I awake with tumultuous blame. A glance down at my stomach, Begins my heart’s plummet. Feeling like a reprobate For...
Shrike
Inspired wholly and completely by Hozier's soundtrack, Shrike. I couldn’t utter my love when it counted, Ah, but I’m singing like a bird...
Finding Your Footing
I have been finding my footing lately. The other day, I attempted to recreate a very hipster SuperCutePinterestPost; it was a resin...
Daily Diatribes: Love Always Wins
Working as a canvasser (or more impressively: a Field Manager) for Amnesty International has introduced me to a world that is not...
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six-Hundred Minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. One year. One year since I graduated the residential treatment center that saved...
Learning to Trust Hope
Learning to trust yourself after an eating disorder requires some serious mental gymnastics. What used to 'feel good' was actually...
Let's Be Still
Movement, for me, has a deep history of self-punishment. Whether it be a severe addiction to running, dancing with no fuel, hiking for...
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