Hating yourself sucks.  It just does.  It sucks to worry about every stomach jiggle and patch of cellulite and makeup-less photograph.  It sucks to compare your clusterfuck of a life to your 352 Facebook friends who all happen to have picture perfect husbands and kids and jobs.  It sucks to feel like you have no willpower or motivation or chance at success.  It sucks when your big toes look like astronauts (and not in a good way) so you’re too self-conscious to wear certain types of sandals.  (That last one is just a for-instance.)

When you hate yourself, walking through life is like walking through a metaphorical field of landmines.  You try to take a step forward and everything explodes and your legs get blown off and you’re left in this dirty pile of rubble, with a couple of bloody stumps where your legs used to be, looking around, wondering what the fuck is happening with my life? 


Every mirror your walk past reflects your Polish birthing hips and all of a sudden, you can’t formulate any thought other than muffin top gross fat ew muffin top lose weight fatty muffin top barf.  Boom.  Landmine explosion.  

Every family function is an opportunity to sabotage your perfect and controlled and guaranteed-to-help-you-lose-7-pounds-in-7-days juice cleanse.  Your crazy aunt starts pressuring you to pop out a couple kids and all of a sudden, you look down at the once-full bowl of Doritos and your orange-tinted fingertips and you realize that you’ve failed at yet another detox attempt.  Why even bother?  You have no willpower anyway; you’re worthless.  Boom.  Landmine explosion. 

Every candy bowl at a reception desk filled with stale Werther’s caramels and goo-filled strawberry grandma candies is tempting.  You eat five pieces of candy and your day is ruined because now you’re 50 calories over your daily limit and you might as well just get Taco Bell for dinner because you’re going to be fat anyway.  May as well lean into it.  Boom.  Landmine explosion. 

Every shopping trip is a dressing room breakdown waiting to happen.  You try on a pair of size whatever jeans, they don’t fit (even though you’ve been a size whatever for your whole life practically!), and all of a sudden you’re sobbing in Nordstrom’s while a chipper seventeen-year-old salesperson hovers around outside feeling uncomfortable.  Boom.  Landmine explosion. 

Every compliment is an opening to an argument.  Your boyfriend: “You look great today!” You: “Me?  Really?  Wow.  Now I know that everything you say is a lie because I look like a disgusting beached whale with mop hair and a pizza face.  If you’re lying to me about my looks, what else are you lying to me about?  Do you have another girlfriend on the side?  Is that what this is about?  LIAR!” Boom.  Landmine explosion. 

Every beach vacation is a chance to bash your “bikini body.”  For some reason, it feels good to talk about how horrible you look.  It feels impossible to shut up about your back fat and your armpit boobs and how weird your bellybutton looks.  Before you know it, you’re on a self-hate diatribe against yourself, and everyone around you wants to get eaten by a shark just so they don’t have to listen to you bitch anymore.  Boom.  Landmine explosion. 

Every party or happy hour or girls’ night is a major stressor.  How will you fit the calories into your weekly calorie budget?  What drinks have the fewest calories?  You spend an hour at work Googling “low calorie drinks.”  You show up to happy hour armed with gum (so you don’t snack on the mozzarella sticks sitting on the table) and your low-cal drink order.  But then all of your friends are ordering strawberry daiquiris, and damn those look fruity and sassy, and look! they even come with cute little umbrellas, and all of a sudden your vodka + seltzer + lime drink looks a whole lot less appetizing.  Before you know it, you’re four daiquiris and eight mozzarella sticks deep on a Thursday night, flirting with a guy who is probably like 32 but on second thought might be around 58 because he’s talking about his grandkids.  Then you wake up on Friday morning and skip breakfast on account of the mozzarella sticks and vow to do better next time.  Boom. Landmine explosion.

When you hate yourself, life is uncomfortable and scary.  Events that should be fun and silly end up being stressful and anxiety-provoking.  That’s because when you hate yourself, you aren’t gentle and compassionate with your mistakes.  You aren’t forgiving and kind and loving with yourself.  You can’t laugh at funny things, like when you drunk-eat all of the mozzarella sticks.  Instead, you beat yourself up.  You feel ashamed.  You feel worthless.  You feel stuck in your life and uncomfortable in your body and everything sucks.

So stop it, for fucks sake.  Stop hating yourself.  Make the decision to laugh through the moments that feel really hard.  Try to maintain some perspective.  Get help if you need it; find a friend, a therapist, an online community, anything to help you learn how to love yourself.

Because when you’re good to yourself, life is good to you.  Things are happy and easy and funny.  Food tastes better.  Vacations are better.  Sex is better.  Your friends are funnier.  Life is more vibrant.


When you love yourself, things just…flow.  When you forgive yourself, you aren’t afraid to take risks and fail.  When you’re compassionate with yourself, your confidence shines through.

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So please…


You deserve it.



What are your “landmines?” 

Linking up with Amanda for Thinking Out Loud Thursday!

Let’s Have Happy Hour

If we were at happy hour, I’d order the bruschetta, you’d order the sweet potato fries (can I get ranch on the side?), and we’d share snacks and share stories.


If we were at happy hour, I’d tell you that no, I won’t be ordering any alcoholic beverages because I’m currently on painkillers and the two really don’t mix.


If we were at happy hour, we’d have to sit in a booth so I could prop my ding dang knee up.  I’d tell you that the doctor ended up fixing my torn meniscus, removing that huge ass (“moderate” by doctor standards) cyst, and unexpectedly tightening some ligaments.  I’d tell you that it’s feeling so much better.  I’d also probably gush about Jake and how awesome he’s been through all of this.  I’d brag that he bought me Diet Snapple, Doritos, candy, and boxes upon boxes of Annie’s Shells and White Cheddar (<< a healthy diet is imperative to a quick recovery).  I’d tell you how he slept on the downstairs couches with me for two nights because sleeping in bed was uncomfortable.  I’d also pull out my phone and play you the video he took post-surgery, where I’m still pretty drugged up and wink at the camera quite seductively (as in, not).

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They also amputated my entire body, apparently.

If we were at happy hour, I’d ask you how you were doing.  How has life been? How’s your dog/child/boyfriend/wife/what have you?  You might sigh and take a sip of your white wine and vent your frustrations.  I feel for you.  But your venting also makes me feel good.  I like knowing I’m not the only crazy one.  Thanks for that.


If we were at happy hour, I’d tell you how nervous I’m feeling about graduate school applications.  I’d tell you how I have 7 out of 8 submitted, but that #8 is killing me slowly.  I’d whine and complain and vacillate between wanting to submit that last one and wanting to just say screw it, until you stop me and say something like, “Carly, you have two and a half weeks to get this done.  Get your shit together, woman.”  And then I’d stop our waiter and order a Moscow Mule because you’re so right, but I need a drink after that tough love and it’s been at least four hours since I’ve had a Norco so I’m probably all good.


If we were at happy hour, I’d ask you if you’ve seen any good movies lately.  And I’d actually care about the answer because I really want to go see a movie, but I cannot for the life of me decide which one.  Movies these days are expensive.  Two tickets and some popcorn and you’re $30 in the hole.   You gotta choose wisely.


If we were at happy hour, I’d tell you that I want to travel.  I’d say that it doesn’t have to be some crazy European excursion (although that would be nice); I’m content exploring the beauty that the ol’ US of A has to offer.  Then you’d snort and a little Chardonnay would come out your nose, and I’d look at you quizzically, and you’d ask, “did you just use the phrase ‘ol’ US of A?”  And I would laugh too, hand you a napkin, and then take a picture of you with white wine coming out of your nose and Instagram it.  Because that’s what friends do.


Beautiful Hawaii, for instance.

If we were at happy hour, I’d pick up my cup and clink it against yours and say, “cheers to you, friend.”  Clink. 




If we were at happy hour ________. 

Also, if anyone lives in the Sacramento area and actually wants to go to happy hour, let me know, because I am so in. 

You Asked, I’m Answering

Body Image/Disordered Eating

Have you had any digestion issues post-eating restriction? And, if so, how have you managed them?

No, luckily I haven’t had any digestion issues so I don’t have any good tips to share.

How did traveling affect your recovery?

I think travel is amazing for recovering from a disordered or obsessive lifestyle.  When I travel, I am less stressed.  I’m content.  I have fun.  I don’t feel the need to numb feelings (like loneliness, boredom, or anxiety) with food.  When I travel, I move my body in ways that make me happy, like walking or swimming.  And, when I travel, I spend time taking care of myself – getting dressed up, sleeping in, pampering – so I feel more beautiful.  Travel is like (super expensive) therapy.


If you could go back in time before you recovered from food issues, what was one thing you wished you would have known or tried?

Therapy.  Real therapy.  Not Snack Therapy, not travel therapy.  Therapy with a real therapist.

Did you ever deal with Amenorrhea? If so, how did you resolve it?

No, fortunately I never did.

How did you help improve your body image?

Lots of time.  Lots of ups and downs.  A conscious decision to stop being a dick to myself.  Eating intuitively.  Having a sense of humor about things.

How much do you currently weigh?

I don’t like to share my weight because I think it invites comparisons.  I am, however, thinking about writing a post on BMIs and weight and what it all means.  Thoughts?


Where is the most interesting place you’ve travelled to? 

Thailand, no doubt.


What are your top 5 places you want to see in the world?

My top 5 places (that I haven’t seen yet) are, in no particular order: The Grand Canyon, New Zealand, Indonesia, South Africa, Iceland.  Disclaimer: This list changes approximately every couple of days, so take it with a grain of salt.

If you could live anywhere, where would you live?

See above!  But to be honest, I really really love it here in California.


Are you and Jake still together? What are your plans for the future?

Yes, Jake and I are still together.  Our plans for the future?  Well, Jake is heading back to school later this month to eventually obtain his teaching credential.  I’m (hopefully) heading off to graduate school in the fall.  So for the next few years, our plan is just to ride it out, readjust to long distance, and once again find our new normal.


What are your “deal breakers” in either a man (if you were single) or a friend?

People who are dickheads.

Have you talked about getting married with your boyfriend?

Yes, we talk about getting married.  For us, marriage is something that exists as an abstract in the far off future.  We both have years of school/internships left and we want to be settled before getting married.  We’ll talk seriously about marriage when we both have  jobs and are living together.  So a few years, at least.

Are you still in a long distance relationship? If so, how do you keep the romance alive?

Noooo long distance for us!  While I was in Thailand this summer, Jake moved back home (Sacramento area) from LA so for the first time in years, we’re not doing the LDR thing.  It’s awesome but short-lived.  Things will likely go back to long distance when I start grad school.  Sigh.


Desert island….what three foods do you bring?

Fruit salad (hydration and vitamins).  Beef jerky (protein and salt).  Booze (because I’m stuck on a desert island).

What is one food you never will turn down? Ever.

A soft pretzel with cheese sauce.  Like, a mall pretzel.  Gah that shit is so good.

Crunchy or Smooth?

Smooooooth, baby.

If you could eat any one food for the rest of your life what would it be?

A turkey sandwich with cheese and tons of veggies.  It’s not my #1 favorite food, but I feel like I wouldn’t get sick of it too quickly.



What are your “blogger pet peeves” ?

I really don’t like when people comment on a post that they clearly haven’t read.  I also dislike sponsored posts unless they’re done well and seem genuine.  Hmm… I dislike when people post just for the sake of it, something that I’m totally guilty of!

Are you aware that the consensus on GOMI is that you win the internets and are a “SOMI?”

After my Transformation Tuesday post blew up, my blog popped up on GOMI (Get Off My Internets) for a bit.  Luckily, it was pretty much just focused on that one post and went away after the hype surrounding that post died down.

The Law

Have you ever been a victim of a crime?

Well… I’ve had my debit card stolen so I guess that counts.  The person who stole it charged about $30 at a bar and $25 at Jack in the Box.  Based on those dollar amounts, I have a gut feeling that he or she bought 4 drinks and 50 JinB tacos.

Have you ever broken the law?

Of course I have!

Sneakiest thing you ever did behind your parents back when you were coming up?

Oh man… Sneaking out, probably.  Or lying about my whereabouts and making various bad choices.

Grad School

What do you want to go to grad school for?

I’m applying to Master’s programs so I can eventually become a marriage and family therapist.  It’s two years of school, then 3,000 hours of experience, then a big test.

Any tips on applying to grad school?

Start early!  Take the GRE early, approach professors or bosses about letters of rec early, and start writing your personal statement early.  I’ve been working on application diligently and consistently since September and I still feel like I’m running out of time!


Where do you like to shop for clothes?

Nordstrom is my favorite place to shop, fasho.


How are you today? Do you generally feel that way everyday or most of the time?

Today?  Well today is day 3 post-knee surgery, so I’m kind of hurtin’.  But I also just took a painkiller so things are looking up.  I generally feel much, much better (and much more mobile) than I do right now.


How many staircases are in hogwarts? No cheating

142.  You guys, I know way more Harry Potter trivia than any one person should know.

Is your Mom really your favorite family member??

I’ll give you three guesses who submitted this question (but you’ll only need one).


Are you religious?


What is your favorite wild animal and why? 

If I say “elephant” does that make me a basic bitch?  I feel like basic bitches love elephants.  But yeah.  It’s an elephant.


What is your favorite TV show?

I think Parks and Recreation is the most hilarious, brilliant, fantastic show.  I also love The Office, Orange is the New Black, and Cosmos (on Netflix – watch it, it’s amazing).

What is your favorite reality TV show?

I love me some good trashy reality TV.  Real Housewives (of Orange County and Beverly Hills), The Bachelor and Bachelorette… Paired with some brie and a cocktail?  Basically my heaven.

Do you have any tipe for doing something you really don’t want to do? Example – I am writing an member spotlight article for our employee newsletter, and it is the bane of my existence – motivation needed. Thanks!

Just start.  Tell yourself that you have to work diligently for 5 minutes, and that’s it.  Usually once the 5 minutes are up, you’re over the motivation hump and you keep going.  If that doesn’t work, bribe yourself.

If you could have a celebrity in your group exercise class, who would you want to teach?

Emma Watson because a) she’s so freaking cool and b) she seems like she would be adorably awkward doing all of the moves and c) we would probably hang out after class drinking tea, talking about women’s rights and sharing fashion tips (i.e., her giving me fashion advice).


What’s your favorite TV show?  << I need a new show to watch while I’m spending all day on the couch.

What are your blogger pet peeves?  << Spill!

An Attempted Hike and Pizza

Happy Monday!  How’s everyone doing today?  Good?  Good.

I’m just popping in today for a quick recap of the weekend.  I really only took a handful of pictures, all on Saturday, so it’s not exactly the most representative blog post, but still.

On Friday night (technically Saturday morning), I was wide awake from about 2:30am – 5:30am.  I had a crazy allergic reaction on New Year’s Eve and I’m still waking up unbearably itchy in the middle of the night.  As a result, I fell back asleep until around 9am.

Jake and I had Saturday plans to drive up toward Lake Tahoe for a hike.  I got real fancy and put my hair up in a Pinterest ponytail.

Look at that thing!  It’s like a Barbie ponytail!


Jake and I headed out around noon and ended up not being able to find the trail we were looking for.  Womp womp… Instead, we pulled over on the freeway and walked along the river for a bit.  Not exactly the hike we had planned, but still nice to get some fresh air.

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After our failed hike, we lounged around for a bit before heading out to dinner and a movie.  We dominated a pizza and some tasty cocktails at Chicago Fire, at which point I started itching like a crazy person.  I decided that sitting through a 2-hour movie would be hell on earth, so we nixed the movie and instead went home and watched Cosmos in bed.

So perfect.


Have an amazing start to your week!


Knee Surgery

Catchy title, I know.  Such creativity.

Okay.  Let’s talk about knee surgery.

Way back in August 2011, I had knee surgery.  A doctor cut into my left knee, fixed my torn meniscus and did a lateral meniscal cyst excision (or exorcism?  One or the other).  It was about a week until I could walk without crutches, about 2 weeks until I could walk without crutches without looking like a freak, and about 6 weeks to a full recovery.  Not a huge price to pay for a lifetime of perfect knees!

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Except my meniscus is torn again and the cyst is back and it hurts and I have to get knee surgery again.  Awesome.  So on January 15th, they’re doing the whole damn procedure again.  Like I said, it’s about a month and a half to a full recovery, so not a huge deal, but I still can’t say I’m looking forward to it.  I’ll be laid up for a few days, I have to take a week and a half off work (nannying + not being able to walk = bad), and it’s probably gonna hurt.  Yuck.

On the bright side, I’ll have tons of couch time to finish grad apps.  Silver lining?

Anyway, just thought I should let you guys know that I’ll be expecting tons of pity texts/Tweets/messages on January 15th.  Great, thanks.


Have you ever had surgery?  If so, please only tell me about it if you had a fairly decent experience.  No surgery horror stories until after January 15th.

21 Inspirational Quotes for Every Occasion

It is what it is.  (For when you drop your phone into a pee-filled toilet.)

Nobody really cares if you’re miserable so you might as well be happy.  (For when you’re hosting a one-(wo)man pity party.)

This too shall pass.  (For when you’re having a fugly hair day.)


Be here, now.  (For when you’re at happy hour with your BFF and your phone is lighting up with all kinds of fun notifications.)

Choose joy.  (For when everyone around you is being dicky.)

You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.  (For when your 6’6″ little brother challenges you to a game of basketball.) (As it turns out, I miss 100% of the shots I do take when it comes to basketball, but my point stands.)


Breathe.  (For when you have to go to the DMV.)

Kill them with kindness.  (For when you would actually like to kill them with shivs.)

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.  (For when life gives you metaphorical rotten lemons covered in dog poo.)


Action conquers fear.  (For when you’re having one of those dreams where you’re being chased but you literally can’t move.)

You can do anything, but you can’t do everything.  (For when you have the career epiphany that you’re going to be a therapist AND a sexy 1950s secretary AND an astronaut AND a teacher AND a homemaker AND a character on Amy Poehler’s next TV show.)

There is no substitute for hard work.  (For when Netflix comes out with new TV shows and all you want to do is nothing.)


Forgiveness is a gift to yourself.  (For when you still haven’t let go of that grudge against the middle school bitch.)

Imperfection is beautiful.  (For when you have to go bikini shopping.)

Follow your bliss.  (For when your life is filled with decidedly un-blissful stuff.)


Be adventurous.  (For when you find yourself following the cooking rules on the back of the PopTart box.)

Feel it all.  (For when you want to use a entire box of Dominos cheesy bread to numb the sadness.)

You can’t control other peoples’ actions. (For when you’re being a Type A control freak.)


Be yourself.  (For when you really really really want to be Emma Watson instead.)

Be strong.  (For when you’re trying to get all of your groceries into the house in one trip.)

You are enough.  (For when you just don’t believe that.)


What’s your favorite inspirational quote?

My Word for 2015

I’ve been thinking a lot about whether I should set any New Year’s Resolutions this year.  I knew that I didn’t want to set any hard and fast goals, because, without fail, I abandon those by February.  However, I like the idea of having a word or phrase or mantra to guide my year.  Something I can come back to when 2015 starts flying in a blur of stress and complaining and blah-ness.

So… I started thinking.  What do I want from 2015?

Well, I definitely want to get into graduate school.  I’d like to travel a little bit if my schedule and bank account will allow.  I want to do more fun things.  I want to take more time to go on dates, see movies, and play.  I want to cook more.  I want to write more.  I want to eat amazing food and be more active.  I want to be busy.  I want to keep doing things that fulfill me.  I want to make amazing memories.

So my theme of 2015?


Yes to spending 8,000 hours on the extra grad school application.  Yes to that trip.  Yes to happy hour and yes to dinner out.  Yes to actually  showering and getting ready.  (But probably no to shaving — just being honest.)  Yes to that delicious recipe.  Yes to that new fancy workout class.  Yes to the cool Groupon.  Yes to that invitation.  Yes to staying up too late.  Yes to experiences.  Yes to happiness.  Yes to excitement and adventure and weirdness and ALL THE FUN STUFF.

There will come a time in my life where No will be much more important than Yes.  There will be a time when I have to prioritize my “Yes”es, focus on a family, and be less selfish… A time when I have to be responsible and well-rested and accountable  This is not that time.  Right now, I want to say YES.

Bring it on, 2015.


Do you have a New Year’s Resolution?  If so, what is it?    


Since the year is thisclose to being over, I thought it was about time I popped in to share my favorite Snack Therapy posts of 2014.  I haven’t posted much in the past few months, but I’m pretty proud of what I have posted.

Check it:

Worth the Weight. 


Worth “It.” 


Tortilla Chip Chicken Nuggets.


Broccoli and Potato Soup. 


Healthy Means…


You’re Allowed to Love Your Body. 


I’m a Graduate!


Things I’ve Learned. 

The Scale. 


One, Two Three… BUNGEE!


Home From Thailand.


A Body Image Monopoly?


Transformation Tuesday: I’m Calling Bullshit. 


A Writer’s Manifesto. 

Thank you all for being part of this amazing year.  I can’t wait to see what 2015 has in store!


Ironic that after my post about writing, I kind of disappeared from the blog for a bit, huh?  But that’s life… Ebbs and flows; ups and downs.  But here I am!  And I want to say hi!


Truth be told, writing posts has been hard for me lately.  There isn’t much going on in life that I can talk about right now.  Sure, life as a nanny is hilariously interesting, but I would never write about the kiddos here on the blog.  I also love love love my two volunteer positions/internships, but I really can’t talk about those, either.  And then grad school apps… I suppose I could talk about those, but I really don’t want to broadcast the entire process before I know if/where I’ll get in.  It’s a recipe for disappointment.  Also, applications are horribly boring to anyone who isn’t me, so there’s that.

So here I am, with this blog sitting un-updated and unkept, with no pretty DSLR pictures to speak of, no Pinterestable content, and nary a new recipe in sight.

Sigh.  Life, amiright?

It’s amazing how this blog has grown and changed as my life has grown and changed.  When I first started Snack Therapy, it lacked direction.  I tried to write what I thought other people wanted to read.  I posted five times per week.  I talked about weight loss and calories and exercise.  I wanted my blog to grow.  I wanted to be part of a community.

And then, all of a sudden, I was part of a community.  I met amazing people.  I traveled.  This little space opened so many cool doors to new experiences.  Amazing.

Once I completed Jamie’s Intuitive Eating Challenge, this blog took another turn.  I became a happier, more carefree person, plus I had tons of new blog content.  Jackpot!  I talked about everything from intuitive eating to body image, and it was fab.

Then, with my impending college graduation in June, I backed off a bit.  I wanted to live life, to enjoy my last few weeks as a college student.  I also didn’t have a need for the constant validation anymore.  I was(/am) a more confident person now than when I started this blog.  My self-worth no longer relies on strangers patting my back and sticking gold stars on my forehead.

And now I’m in my “year off” (which is quite the misnomer because I feel really fucking busy) adjusting to life back at my parents’ house.  I love what I’m doing.  I’m saving money, I’m meeting the most incredible people, and I’m spending time with family.  It’s hard being away from Davis, where all of my friends still live.  It’s hard not being a college student anymore.  It’s hard to feel like I’m on the cusp of adulthood (ew).  But it’s all good.  I’m all good.  Life is pretty freaking good.

That long, very unexpected walk down memory lane was basically to share a little about my life with you guys… to explain where I’ve been and what’s been going on.

Also, while I’m here, I should probably remind you to ask an anonymous question HERE.  I’ll be answering them in a post in the near* future.


Happy holidays, friends!  Thanks for sticking around.


A Writer’s Manifesto


Even if it’s shit.  Even if it’s rambly.  Even if it sounds like something your nine-year-old niece could’ve written.

It doesn’t matter what you write with.  Write with a pen or a quill or the blood from a virgin goat.  As long as you’re writing.

Even if you can’t spell for shit, even if you end sentences with prepositions, even if you can’t figure out the difference between an m-dash and an n-dash… Just write.

When the words sit heavy on your heart and churn around in your stomach and cloud your brain, write.  Then, more than ever, you should write.

When no possible combination of words will describe the tremendous pain or happiness or anger you’re feeling, write it out anyway.

Write about yourself.  Write about your dog.  Write about a teenage wizard.

If there’s something really good on TV, write instead.

If your English teachers always said you lacked talent, write to prove them wrong.  Write to build your confidence.  Write to shut up the voices in your head that say you can’t write.

Write love letters.  Write to-do lists.  Write goals.  Write pain.  Write happiness.

Write to your Congressmen.  Write to your mom.  Write to remember.

Write when talking is too hard.

When your hand starts cramping, keep writing.

Share your writing with your family.  Share your writing with your Facebook page.  Share your writing on your blog.  Or share it with no one.

Write in ALL CAPS.  Write in cursive. Write lYk3 tH!$.

Whether you write in English or Spanish or Dothraki, write.

Write because something is beautiful.  Write because something is ugly.

Write when you feel like it.  Write when you don’t feel like it.

When you’re bored and nothing good is on Netflix and nobody is answering your texts, write instead.  Boredom can force your mind to go to really interesting places.

Not everybody in this world is capable of writing.  Write because you’re grateful that you can.

Write a book.  Write an essay.  Write a paragraph.  Write a sentence.  Hell, write a word if that’s all you can get out.

When things are so confusing or weird or frustrating, write about them.  Write until they make sense.

Keep writing because it’s free and it’s freeing.

Keep writing.


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