Today I started 40 days at my local yoga studio, which means that for 6 weeks I’ll attend 4 yoga classes a week along with a lecture about the spiritual and practical effects of yoga in a western lifestyle. I’m going to preface this post by saying I’m nothing special when it comes to this topic: I go to yoga but I’m no expert (I can’t touch my toes), I’m a thick girl but I’m about a size 16, I’m mentally ill but

Lately I’ve felt the need to purge. Get rid of junk. Pick the rotten old scab off the skin of my life right now, even though my whole life kind of feels like a rotten scab.  Purging is not something that comes naturally to me as a person. In college I picked up a bit of a hoarding habit, I thought of myself often as a character in my favorite movie Labyrinth, a puppet who clomps around a land of trash and picks

I'm not really sure what the purpose of this blog is yet. Maybe it doesn't matter what it's purpose or point is as long as it serves to quench a need I've been looking to service for a while now. I've been bursting out of my skin trying to communicate lately, writing essays, making comics, trying to make videos. All this stuff boiled down to needing a place to express myself in an honest format without trying to fill a mold of "blogger"