Monday, May 3, 2021


Denise Covey: #FREEDOMMORNING - #WEPAPRILCHALLENGE - MY #FLASHFI...:  Hello! Welcome to the #WEP April challenge. This is our Year of Art at WEP , and we started with a very successful challenge with Klimt&#39...

A very powerful metaphor for escaping from the chains that confine the mind long after the physical circumstance has passed.

Sunday, May 2, 2021

Madly-in-Verse: Write... Edit... Publish... April 2021 : Freedom M...

Madly-in-Verse: Write... Edit... Publish... April 2021 : Freedom M...:   Keeping to the broad idea of 'fractured' for Write...Edit...Publish... Lite still. Another old hat of mine (from 2012!) repurpose...

It's good to get free of confining things such as impossible standards of beauty and horrible shoes. 

I have extremely hideous feet. They would be a foot fetishist's nightmare.

Friday, April 30, 2021

Fat Friday: Same Old Song and Dance

 I'm not going to link to the post that prompted this response. It contained the "encouraging" image displayed above.

After 33 years of trying to hate myself thin, I was fortunate to discover the principles of Health at Every Size and size acceptance. Otherwise, I would be 56 years old, still fat, and still loathing myself. I not only have endocrine system issues but I completely wrecked my metabolism with dieting. I have an eating disorder (no, not binge eating, which is what most people think when they see someone my size) that will never go away. I fight with ED, my abusive life partner, every day.

Diet culture destroys lives. Being thin doesn't make someone a better person. I don't eat more than my more slender counterparts. Most of the time I eat far less. The medications I'm on tend to kill my appetite. Still fat. Always will be unless I become terminally ill. I refuse to apologize for my body anymore.

Continuing beyond the comment I left on the blog:

I have "just begun" more times than I can count. I used to lose weight each time. Then the weight came back with friends. About 10 years ago, I no longer lost weight when I started dieting.

Below is the only diet that I follow. The Fuck It Diet is the only diet that works long-term for every body.

I also recommend Health at Every Size by Dr. Lindo Bacon.

I'm not really angry at the person who posted this crap because I was indoctrinated into the Diet Mindset for so many decades myself. I just cringe so hard whenever I see it these days. I want to shake people and scream "you're an intelligent person! How can you buy into this shit?" 

We buy into it because we're reminded every day that we're garbage if we're not perfect.

As Ragen Chastain of Dances With Fat ( always says, you're the boss of your own underpants. I can't tell you not to try and manipulate your body's size through dieting. I'd simply like to suggest that maybe YOU aren't "failing" at dieting. Dieting is failing YOU. 

(You can buy Ragen's book "Fat: an Owner's Manual" from her website. You can also purchase this cool book of affirmations for every body that she co-authored.

Dieting fails all but a very small percentage of people who engage in it, and the multi-billion dollar diet industry knows it. They wouldn't stay in business if there were diets that worked. Dieting triggers the body's starvation response, which prompts the body to store fat. That's why whenever a person stops dieting and starts eating normally again (in other words, not starving themselves), the weight they lost returns with friends. Eventually, some people stop losing weight altogether unless something catastrophic happens.

I have diabetes. While I'm not a perfect little saint, I do watch my carbohydrate intake. I often have to prompt myself to eat, because Januvia kills my appetite. I have to fight not to fall into the trap of allowing ED to praise me for not eating.

I wish that dieting wasn't so normalized. When I briefly went back to work in an institutional setting after a couple of years working as a home care nurse, I was reminded of just how obsessed people are with dieting. In the employee lounge, it was all the female employees could talk about. I wanted to go out and sit in my car so I didn't have to listen to the constant diet talk. It was, honestly, insufferable.

I'd love to be able to discuss good low-carb recipes without everything always cycling back around to TEH WATE LOOZE!!!111!! 

I know...thinness is next to godliness, and I am a dreadful fat devil tempting all the pretty, young, thin people away from their youth and slenderness with my devil's food cake and devil dogs and other devilish treats by refusing to buy into the diet industry's lies anymore. 

I honestly don't care about your size, how much you exercise, or your preferred diet. As the late Carrie Fisher opined, that shit's boring. I really hate it when I end up talking about it. I'd rather talk about almost anything else.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

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Thursday, April 29, 2021


Worditude: THE SURVIVOR: Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United, and to dVerse   April 25, 2021 ****************** THE SURVIVOR She left in disarray, thoughts ...

I've been thinking a lot about my late maternal aunt and the abuse she endured at her first husband's hands. To describe him, he sounds like a work of fiction because he is that intensely awful. But he was very, very real.

I'm glad my aunt's second marriage was to someone much better. She made my Uncle Fred wait 13 years before she was finally able to trust him enough to say "yes." He took care of her up to the end of her life when she developed dementia and needed round-the-clock care that was more than he could provide because she would go wandering.

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Dark Hearts Love Too: Late April Thoughts

Dark Hearts Love Too: Late April Thoughts:   Image source: NASA It’s around the time of my son’s birthday My soul, restless The first rain ...

A brief poem about the way that I'm feeling.
Fortunately, the cyst that was causing my son a fair bit of rather debilitating pain seems to have ruptured on its own, so he may not have to have any surgery for it.

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

N. R. Williams, Fantasy Author: WEP April Challenge When Love Takes Your Freedom Away

N. R. Williams, Fantasy Author: WEP April Challenge When Love Takes Your Freedom Away: Greetings. It's April 2021. How is your year going? I trust it's better than last year.  It's time once again to post for the Wr...

It took my aunt (RIP) 25 years to finally be able to break away from her abusive first husband. My mother has expressed the thought that one of the reasons my aunt developed dementia was because of all the head injuries she sustained while married to this dreadful man. (I refuse to refer to him as my uncle.)

Monday, April 26, 2021

Dark Hearts Love Too: Appointment With an Epidemic

Dark Hearts Love Too: Appointment With an Epidemic:   Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay The rat ran and she chased, the plague chased and she ran kisses can serve as vectors for disease an...

a poem addressing my many abusive relationships over the years.