There is nothing easy about having a mother who doesn’t know how to love.

If you do not feel good about yourself, you will most likely give off the negative energy you are feeling to other people.

Stop telling her what she should or shouldn’t eat/drink/do/read….and so on and so on.

A diagnosis, of any kind, shouldn’t be made an identity.

Women are having a moment right now. And rightfully, rightfully so. It’s as if Trump’s election sparked something inside so many of us. Something shifted.

Luckily, “fed is best” seems to be the new truism, but I still find myself haunted by the ghost of “breast is best.”

I was useless, that I would never amount to anything. But then she’ll turn around and try to guilt trip me into believing that she cares and that she loves me.

She never gives up on you or your relationship with her.

I’d be giving my daughter the worst of me. She doesn’t deserve that, and that’s why I did the work to get better and be the mother she adores so much today.

Women are suffering in silence when they don’t need to be.