Why I Love My Stomach Rolls

Last week at yoga, I was effectively forced to stare at pools of sweat gathering in my stomach rolls. The pose had me sitting down, folded over, head hanging into my lap, looking at my belly. I don't what this yoga pose is actually called. Probably Folded Moon or Curled Up Squirrel or something like … Continue reading Why I Love My Stomach Rolls

From 13 to 30

Do you remember being thirteen years old? When I was thirteen, I had no friends. Seriously. It was that awkward stage where some friends went to other high schools, and group dynamics changed, and I found myself being Jess "No Mates" van Straaten. It doesn't seem like a big deal now, but it was one … Continue reading From 13 to 30