Introduction

I was raised in a cult. I left when I went to college, but didn't really process any of that. I became Catholic and have been slowly losing my patience with the Church over the sex abuse crisis. When my successful weight loss triggered painful traumatic events from my past, I realized that the dysfunctional religion I was raised in had hurt me as much as my dysfunctional family. Now I'm smashing idols to see if any treasure remains among the rubble. It's a messy process.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Thank You For The Magazine Full of Ads for Liposuction, Permanent Make-Up and Even Vaginal Makeovers For Fuck's Fucking Sake and Dear God Why Is There Nothing Else To Read in This Room

I really don't care
what I look like

I don't care
what the sight of
the shape of my body
makes anyone else
think or feel

I really don't give a fuck

I don't owe you beauty

I don't have to smile for you

I don't have to
dress for success
or to disguise my figure
or to preserve my virtue

and you can fuck off
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