When I went to therapy for my eating disorder, my guilty conscience seemed to get in my way constantly. “You’re not sick enough.” “You don’t deserve to get help.” “People have it much worse than you.” Why do we allow guilt to enter the space that could be held for gratitude? When I reflect on this, I like to think in two directions. So let’s talk about success versus struggle. In today’s society, we are told that in order to succeed, we have to push to our breaking points. We

Growing up as a woman in our world, there has always been an emphasis on perception. On my clothes, on my body, on my makeup. The way that I look has always seemed to hold some importance in my being. As I get older and start to question these beliefs, I fall further and further from my outward appearance affecting my mood or how I feel about myself as a person. But two areas of this upbringing stick with me: mirrors and clothes. Today I want to talk about why that is and how

Six years ago, I decided to try a SoulCycle class. I had no experience on an indoor bike. I hated working out. The closest studio was a 30 minute drive from my house. None of my friends wanted to come with me. There were so many reasons why I could have never stepped foot in a SoulCycle studio. What’s the big deal, right? It’s just a workout class. It scares me to think I could have had this mindset and completely altered the path of my life. And, at the same time, it feels s

Lately, I have been exploring that feeling where everything in life just makes sense. That moment when you’re looking at your soulmate and genuinely wondering how you got so lucky. Or it’s gazing out of a plane window in awe of what you are seeing. Maybe you’re driving down the PCH with your best friends and the perfect song playing. Think of those moments that make you feel connected with the energy of life itself. If these moments happened every day, you would wake up every

As someone with anxiety, my head often hits the pillow with a list of wrongs– wrong things I’ve said, wrong ways I’ve done something, wrong ways that I’ve shown up in this world. But one of the most common anxious thoughts that I have when I go to bed is, “___ is mad at me.” It’s scary to even write that down because it makes me feel like a bad person, like those wrongs are true or justified. But they aren’t. I have never been told by a loved one “you sounded stupid today” or

They say we’re all mirrors of each other. But think of the times you ignore yourself in others. Think of all the advice you give to others that you neglect to listen to yourself. This is where a wall is put up. I’ve heard so many times “if your brain was a person, would you be friends with them?” I hate to admit that many times, I wouldn’t. But I am working towards a space where I would.  What would things look like if every time you sent love to someone, that love was reflec