Try not to weigh yourself

I’ve always heard friends and colleagues say “I never weigh myself” and thought, “I could never not do that.” (I know, a double negative. But I was and am doubly negative about my body and my self). I thought, “I need to know my weight”. But these past two weeks in London, I haven’t weighed…

The truth according to Clem

And now, despite her best efforts and against all better judgement, she became that which she truly never thought she would – one of those whose confusion with life, at one time, a time rather recently ago filled her with undue superiority – and yet now, here she was, unsure of life, not knowing where…

Different creatures, you and I

We are different creatures, you and I. We laugh at different jokes and cry at different times. While we look alike, we’ll never be the same. Let us each go our own way and tread two separate paths. What is for you is lovely, but it mightn’t be for me. Happiness for all of us,…

Hyperbole

  Hyperbole a marker of the mentally ill or so I once read Where is my light? Reptilian warmed from without Always, only once forever Alone, happy never Flushed with shamed heat pink as it rises I hide The soft bristles of my life hardened the acrylic trap So keen to add color desperate for…

Cliterate

sometimes all I can feel is my own clitoris even then at least I can say that I’m cliterate. by Clementine Yost ©

As the calathea

Much deeper than fat and hatred of skin It is loathing of the whole self And so in love and ink I reclaim That which should, but never truly felt as though it were Mine Always one step away just out of my grasp For what is the distance between a trot and a canter…

Sundays are for self care

I call this the Don’t Make Me Leave My House or Put On Pants mask™ ® Are you ever in the mood for a mask, but don’t want to leave your house? That’s me! A nice mask sounded like the perfect Sunday hangover detox, yet I’m all out of my Lush masks (shout out to catastrophe cosmetic)….

No

Just a lil #haiku to commemorate my #edrecovery from anorexia and bulimia. To anyone struggling and suffering, know that I feel your pain. I know it’s harder than “just saying no”. The oft prescribed notion to “just love your body” is a far greater hurdle to surmount than many realize. It is much deeper than…

These Sunday blues

  Earth and existence fenced by headboard and footboard Queenly yet contained she sprawls soft sheets carving grooves like sequoia lifelines A web her breast marked by sleep Printed Dampened cloth like quitting, manifest clings to her back in veiled despair A chrysalis Stuck between self care and self hate hips in horizontal sway with…