It's a familiar routine. I sit cross legged on the pink shag rug in Evelyn's room, trying to coax her out of her clothes and into pj's. She resists, frantically emptying every last thought from her head before the door is closed and she is left alone with her thoughts all night. There's always a …
Hi there. I forget you are me, sometimes. The other day I was listening to one of my favorite therapists/podcasters talk about embodiment and how easily we separate our consciousness from the bodies we inhabit. What a fascinating idea, I thought. Until this moment I wasn't aware there was any other way to exist! The …
Continue reading a love letter to my large, soft, magnificent body
Julianne Vantland 
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