Happily barefoot

I have been waiting for the other shoe to drop. I know, I know. That is a bad habit. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, waiting for the other shoe to drop means waiting for the seemingly inevitable to happen. The expression has come to be used when people are waiting for something…

Picking up the scattered pieces

There are pieces of me scattered everywhere. Scattered parts of myself I dropped along the way. Some in fear. Some from lack of use. I am being asked to pick up those pieces. To follow the trail of breadcrumbs I left for myself. I guess the wisest parts of me knew I’d be back. That…

Flaws, center stage

If you’re going to fall in love with me, don’t fall in love with my Sunday best . . . Fall in love with my body, the way it widens quite a lot around my hips and how I will never have the perfect figure and how I honestly don’t really care. Fall in love…