by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, boundaries, change, healing, integrity, moving on, self esteem, self-love |
I don’t know about you, but it’s hard for me to say no … even during times it would serve me well. But no constricts my throat, squeezes tight, and doesn’t let go. So, instead of feeling uncomfortable and listening to my intuition, I’ve said yes when no was the best –...
by Rebecca Cavender | a woman alone, acceptance, big girls, healing, integrity, letting go, self-love, vulnerability |
I stood naked today. In front of a tall, full length mirror. No preliminary glance, no quick retreat. Shame wasn’t allowed. While I see myself nude daily, it’s in a half mirror that sits above the bathroom sink. It allows me to focus on the parts of my body I’m...
by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, integrity, relationships, saying what you need to say, self esteem, truth |
What do you want? Really. What do you want? That’s one of the most frightening – yet empowering – questions there is. It can make you choke. Cause your throat to close up, your breath to catch. What’s so hard about claiming what we desire? Fear. Fear of...
by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, big girls, body image, healing, relationships, self esteem, self-love |
Something happened. When our eyes met, she shifted and suddenly, her body was pressed tightly against mine. With one hand pulling her closer and the other holding a pen to sign her out of the afterschool program, I prepared myself. “There was an incident,” the teacher...
by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, friendships, relationships
It’s frightening to imagine the sort of mother I’d be, the romantic relationships I’d have (or still be in), and what ill-fitting, out-of-fashion clothes and badly-colored, permed hair I’d flaunt … were it not for my girlfriends. Certainly, I wouldn’t know childhood...
by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, death, healing, love, self-love, suicide |
She shot herself that March. At 14, whatever pain clawed inside her, my cousin believed hunting it down, releasing it with a bullet from the chamber, was her answer. Our family and her friends were left behind to grieve. We took on her hurt and let it explode in anger...
