I’m taking a Heart Break


It’s been a while since I wrote a blog post, but something has been weighing on my mind lately.

Just the other day I had not one, but THREE guys message me on Instagram trying to get me to go out with them. I simply  told them that I wasn’t interested in having a male love interest in my  life and they got soooooo salty.

Ya see.. For the past year and a half I’ve been taking a “heart break.” If you’ve heard Lady A’s song “Heartbreak” you will definitely understand. I’ve been giving my heart a much needed break.

I may only be 23, but my heart has been through so much hurt from the guys that have been in my life. It was one major heartbreak and several lesser ones right after the other. It was like I finally found someone nice and then they turned out to be a hurtful dud.

For the longest time I thought it was me. I thought that it kept happening and I kept getting hurt because I wasn’t worthy of having the same love I gave to others. I thought “I must not be deserving of love if these guys say they ‘love’ me or ‘care’ about me and then willingly hurt me.” With each guy and the heartbreak that followed, my self-esteem lessened. I thought I was the problem and it was my fault. It really took a toll on how I mentally felt about myself.

Two years ago, I walked away from the one who broke my heart the worst and I didn’t turn back around like I previously had. It was so hard, but I knew it had to be done. I knew my heart needed better and I didn’t need to always leave in tears because of the person who “loved” me.

A year and a half ago, I stopped talking to one of the causes of my hurt because I was tired of the lies of “I’m coming to see you” and dealing with their dumb drama.

A year and a half ago, I just didn’t answer the message I got from the one whose words hurt me. I let it set there unopened and scrolled on by.

A year and a half ago, a heart breaker tried getting a second chance and I refused. This one knew my fears from the first heartbreak and then recreated them in their own way and left me broken. I was never going to forget what they did and I knew my heart was still hurting and needed to get far away from them.

It’s been a year and a half since I’ve had any sign of a guy “love interest” in my life and quite honestly…..it feels damn good. I say “love interest” because I clearly have guy friends in my life and I don’t want people to get the two confused. Since then I have found my happiness. My self-esteem  is tremendously better. Let’s just say I have quite a bit of self confidence now. And I do things that make me happy and I don’t bend over backwards to please others.

Since I’ve been taking this heart break, I haven’t gone out on dates with guys, talked to anyone, or even really bother with guys.

You know what I HAVE DONE?!

I’ve gone on more dinner dates with my girlfriends than ever before. I’ve hung out with my guy friends and had amazing days. I’ve gone shopping by myself because I damn well wanted to. I’ve found my love of weightlifting and all those heartbreakers are crying over losing this ass. I’ve found me again.

I’ll never find the me I was before I had my heart broken, but I’ve found the me that has a heart on the mend and wants to live and love life to the fullest. This heart break has been something I truly have needed and I have no desire for it to cease any time soon. My heart needs another break or maybe six….until I may be ready for a love interest again.

But until then, you can catch me living ❤


Calorie Aspergers, Starvation Addiction, and Getting to the Bone



Given that I’m usually not up to date with the new and upcoming shows, movies, and Netflix addictions, I had never idea what people were talking about when they started talking about “To the Bone.” I soon realized that it was a Netflix movie about a girl who suffered with Anorexia and the trials and tribulations of getting help and getting into treatment.

Some people said that it kind of sucked and that there was  “love story” in it. Others said that it was just a trigger. Some said it was the best one they had ever seen that portrayed anorexia. Upon watching it on Sunday, I can conclude that I am one of the latter people.

Don’t get me wrong, I did bawl my eyes out at some parts and laughed my ass off at others. And did y’all get a look at her therapist? Not to mention how cool he was. Like, can I be him? lol

There were some things within the movie that just hit so close to home for me.

I spent too many years of my  life battling Anorexia (which would later become exercise Bulimia) and To the Bone just hit so many key points involved in eating disorders.

(If you haven’t watched it yet, there may be some spoiler alerts!)

One of things I picked up on was “calorie aspergers.” They would use the term when talking about how the main character, Ellen, was obsessing over calories. I, too, obsessed over them. I can still tell you the serving size and amount of calories in a Hershey kiss (23), a cup of Walmart brand toasted oats (110), a small red apple (80), and the list goes on. I knew the calorie count of every little piece of food that went in my mouth. Calorie aspergers was a living Hell. I no longer count calories. The only thing I’m measuring is if the piece is too big to fit into my mouth. Calories, Smalories. Who cares? I don’t. I literally eat anything I want and give no cares in the world about it.

One thing that the “counselor” said was “Starving yourself can make you feel euphoric. Like a drug addict or alcoholic. It’s not about thin enough. It doesn’t exist. What you crave is the numbing of what you don’t want to feel.” My god, that statement was truer than true. Every time I refused to eat and sat there literally dying of hunger, I would feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. It made me feel good. Even though I suffered from tremendous migraines, dizziness, fatigue, and the like, I still felt “good.”

Looking back, I honestly have no idea how I could go without food for so long. These days, if I go without food for too long I get a headache and I know I have to find food soon. It’s no longer a “I’ve haven’t eaten in three hours, what’s another 3” mindset for me. It’s more like I haven’t eaten in four hours, where is the FOOD?!

During the movie, one of the women is pregnant while suffering with Anorexia(Megan). I’d also like to point out that the actress playing the role, Leslie Bibb, is from VA. WOOP. Anywho, she makes it to 12 weeks and thinks that she will actually carry to full term. Those dreams are crushed when they find her in the bathroom after having a miscarriage. I’ve known several people who have miscarried while suffering from Anorexia. I don’t even want to imagine how it feels when you feel like you’ve killed your own child because you weren’t even taking care of yourself, much less nourishing them.  Even at the age of 17/18, the thought of having children and having an eating disorder just were terrifying. Even after recovering, it’s still a part of why I don’t really want to have children.

Another thing that truly struck home was that she was obsessed with doing crunches in bed. I also did crunches. Sometimes I would do upwards of 2,000 crunches a day. TWO THOUSAND CRUNCHES PEOPLE. I still did not get a toned stomach or even abs. I did get a bruised and sore back though. Not to mention, I had my waist belt on as I did them because I thought that putting it around my waist would help me to lose the “fat.”  Now? I hardly ever work abs and I’m more “toned” than I have ever been in my life. I say “toned” because ya girl got some jiggle and she’s not afraid to say it.

The MAIN thing that stood out to me was the fact that she would wrap her hand around her arms to see if they were getting any smaller. It became her thing. She’d constantly measure her arm. I kept thinking back to when I would do that. Except for me, it wasn’t just my arms. I not only need one hand to perfectly cup my arm, but I also needed my two hands to easily cup around my thigh. I did this act every day, multiple times a day. And trust me, just like Ellen, my arms and thighs became small enough for me to accomplish my “goal.” It’s a sick goal to have, isn’t it? I just couldn’t stop though.

These days I have found my love of fitness and weight lifting and the bigger, the better for me. I used to want to be so small because it was like being perfect while simultaneously barely existing. Now I want muscles. I want my body to be just as strong as my mind. After all, it takes all the strength you have in order to choose recovery, and work your ass off every day to get there, but I finally did it. I’m can honestly say that I’m proud of how far I’ve come and how strong I’ve became over the years. Never ever tell me that eating disorders are a “choice” or that it’s for “attention,” because I might just right hook ya.

This movie was absolutely amazing in my opinion and Lily Collins did a fantastic job. It made me so much more passionate about wanting to become a therapist and help those that need to be helped.

I Woke Up in Knoxville


If you’re into country music, you may already see the resemblance of the title of this blog to a song by Seth Ennis. “Woke up in Nashville”

Let me just fan girl for a minute because when I first heard him on YouTube a while back I was hooked. Then his song/s became popular on Pandora and my local radio stations and I’m still not tired of it yet….even with constantly playing them all lol. Not to mention, I got to see him in concert July 8th

(Picture from the concert – P.S. release your new songs you sang because ya girl has poor quality videos and can’t remember the lyrics lol)


His song “Woke up in Nashville” is about leaving behind his ex flame/life to pursue his music career in Nashville. It was once he got there and started living his life and pursing music that he realized what he left behind had been the “real dream.” So it’s not about physically waking up there, it’s more like an epiphany type of waking up. (According to online sources anyway lol)

I realized that I “woke up” in Knoxville. Ironically, it’s not that far away from Nashville and ends in “ville,” so it worked out in my favor lol

If you’re one of my close friends you will understand exactly why I have titled this as such and why I say I woke up in Knoxville. But I digress since I don’t plan to go into details.

I realized quite a few things when I woke up in Knoxville. It mostly all had to do with guys that had been in my life or still were at the time. You could say that I don’t have a good rap sheet when it comes to finding the right guy who treats me how I deserve to be treated. I think it may be easier if I just put them in bullet points and then briefly explain.

SO, I woke up to the fact that…..

I deserve the love I give to others

This should be a given. I realized that I had been giving all of my love away that I didn’t have much love left for myself. I was loving people who didn’t really seem to want it nor appreciate it. Looking back, I’m honestly not sure if they ever did. Yes, you can say “I love you” to someone, but it means nothing unless you truly mean it. I honestly felt so much love for a person, but I’m not sure that I even felt half of it in return. I deserve someone who’s going to love me as much as I do them……and they’re going to not just say it to me, but SHOW ME. I deserve to hear “I love you” followed by giving me your time and showing that you really do love me.

I deserve to be someone’s FIRST choice.

Alright. I’ll say it. I’m tired of little bitch boys who are afraid of being with the person they “claim to love” or “care for”,  let others around them influence them (as if their opinions even matter), and those who can’t seem to get their shit together.

Okay, okay. Maybe saying little bitch is kind of rude, but it’s better than the other words that I was thinking as I wrote this… I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve heard “you’re the best friend I imagined marrying” or “I want you to meet my family” or “I’m coming to see you” or the “I’m always going to be there for you no matter what” or “I love you always. Remember that” and I’m tired of hearing it all and then not having a word of it be true. I got to hear it from multiple people who would then sleep with anything while “loving” me. That’s called being a fuckboy honestly…..

If you can say those things to someone you love/care about you, you don’t just go sleep with Tom, Dick, and Harry and act like it’s no big deal. I know their parents had to have taught them better than that, right?….

I deserve to be the only choice and not just the girl someone runs back to when they can’t find a fuck buddy or get cheated on and dumped by the girl they chose over me. Love and relationships are hard and sex is easy. I deserve someone willing to go through hard and happy times and still continue to choose me again and again, because I know I’d do the exact same for them. Shit. I DID that. Sleeping or being with someone else was NEVER on my mind, but it seems like I wasn’t even on theirs.  I deserve to be the one and not one of many. I’m not even conceded in saying that. It should be common sense, especially if you love someone and talk/envision the future with them. Imagine your dad doing that to your mom or a guy doing that to you daughter and having to see them hurt because the guy couldn’t be a man and just kept hurting her. Would you think that it was okay? If you have a heart, the answer is no.


I deserve honesty.

It’s sad that after the fact, I learned about even more lies that I had been unknowingly told throughout the years. Hello, I’m not stupid, I can and always have put two and two together, and I know when someone is lying to my face. I deserve the truth. I don’t deserve lies about what you’re doing, how you feel about me, who else you’re talking to, or the like. I don’t need to how you’ve lied to your parents/family about me or about where you’re going. I deserve someone who will be honest with me from the get go.


I don’t deserve to be used and led on.

This should be self-explanatory. I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve had guys lead me on, just to say “Oh. We were never a thing/never dated, so you’re just ‘being crazy’ over nothing.” Of course, this was after several months or years of acting like I was something to them and they envisioned marrying/dating me.

**Sits here and tells myself not to post screenshots saying otherwise**


I deserve good…

I deserve someone who actually knows how to treat a lady. You know what I mean…


Lastly, I deserved better.

I deserve so much better than the BS I’ve dealt with in my life. I didn’t deserve to cry myself to sleep over an insecure boy. I didn’t deserve the lies, being just an option, or used. I don’t need someone who knows about my past, yet just adds to the hurt. I definitely didn’t deserve to be the “friend” that just got fucked over. I deserve amazing things and people in my life.

I used to think “Oh, well, they were really good on the inside and they did care about me” and I’ve said everything in the book to try to make excuses as to why I always left with MY heart in pieces. I could never figure out why I was left with a broken heart again and again until I realized that I didn’t deserve it at all.

I know I’m not perfect and I’ve never claimed to be. But when you give someone the best of you and love them so hard and they say they love you/care about you, you’d expect to at least get that in return. Hell, or for them to at least be a man and date you. Sometimes I think maybe it was “right person, wrong time” or “just wrong person, worse timing.” Who knows. I’ve had guys try coming back into my life after they had been cheated on and dumped (my girl Karma got my back) and I just feel so emotionally dead to them to be honest. Like yeah, Some I can handle being acquaintances with, but my feelings hit the shitter and left. Some I have royally cussed out and told them to go fuck themselves. Some haven’t come back recently and I honestly don’t know how I’d react if they did. Like should I let the psychologist in me handle it and see what they have to say or cuss them out too? Who knows. The biggest thing that I’ve learned is what I DON’T want in a guy.

I definitely woke up and now I can honestly say that I’m living my life in a way that makes me happy and I could care less what people think. I have my friends, family, coworkers, and of course….my fur babies.

Several years ago, I was so self conscious, intimidated, insecure, needing someone to love me and show me affection, and I felt so lost. Why? All because I focused my attention on everyone, except myself, and how they thought/felt about me. Now? I’ve fallen in love again, but this time it’s with myself. I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am and there’s no where to go but forward. I no longer feel like I have to have a guy in my life that “loves” me to know that I am worthy of so much. I know my worth and I’ll never settle for anything less. My friends, remember this. You are worthy. You deserve all the love you give and then some. You are worthy of loving yourself and receiving love from others. You are you and you’re the only you there is. And that’s pretty dang great. Never put your self worth in the hands of someone else. You might find that their hands are not so gentle towards themselves, let alone you. I thought my dreams had been crushed and I’d never be happy again. Little did I know, it just meant new dreams were in the make and now I’m living them.

Life isn’t so bad after all once you realize exactly what you’re worth, love yourself for who you are, and then some.

It took me long enough,

But I woke up.



Just a hypocrite trying to make others happy


I found this amazing organization called “To Love Ourselves” last year and it is such an amazing cause. Whitney created it for women to empower other women and girls. Ya see, there are these things called letter requests. A girl can request a letter for herself or a friend, family member, etc….they give a brief description of what they may be struggling with and a little bit about themselves. These letter requests are then sent out to the volunteer letter writers (hey. That’s me!) and they then write their letters and send them back to Whitney. She then collects them and ships them to the lucky lady they were written for.


I’ve sent over 10+ letters since I started and it’s made my heart so happy. Each letter I write has their name in cursive at the top followed by a picture and a quote drawn on one side of the page and the letter written in four different colors. I’ve had so much joy writing them.

However, I had to take a step back after a while. I was writing to girls who struggle with depression, eating disorders, anxiety, the fear of unknown, family issues, self esteem and body image issues, and the infamous boy issues. Now, I’m beyond passionate about mental illness and I share my struggles with body image, self esteem, etc very openly. The one thing I don’t openly talk about much is the boy issues.

I’d write to girls going through heartbreaks and similar situations that I had experienced and after a while I just felt like a hypocrite to be honest. I’d tell these girls snippets of my experience and that they’d find an amazing guy one day and pretty much say “there were plenty of other fish in the sea” and that their day would come. Some girls were struggling to move on even months/years after the fact and there I sat.


I sat there writing that they were amazing, they’d some day find their special someone who would love them unconditionally, and to try their best to move on because better things awaited them.

Yet, I couldn’t believe all of that for myself. Each time I read a story that sounded so similar to mine and I’d sit down to start writing them, all the memories would come flooding back in and I’d feel like shit. I realized my heart was still hurting right along with theirs and I was just trying to cover it up by making others feel better instead of myself. I was still trying to deal with guys trying to pop back up into my life after hurting me, how to deal with the new re opened wounds they had caused, and wondering if the hurt would ever just end. It’s a whole different story to say you’re over it and actually being over it. It’s hard to forget things when you’re constantly reminded of them.

I honestly HATE when people tell me that I’ll find that special someone who won’t hurt me some day and I’ll be “head over heels” for him, have children, and blah blah blah. I don’t believe in imagining what life could be like many years from now because that sets expectations that can just be unrealistic in some aspects. (I also don’t like when people have expectations of how MY life should be). Yet, there I was saying it to other ladies who may not have wanted to hear it either to be honest.

My “love life” hasn’t been a great one if we’re being honest here. I’ve never “officially” dated anyone, but man have I gotten my heart broken into pieces more times than I’d like to remember. Multiple guys. All seemed great and fantastic at first, but the masks usually fell off after a while. I would then later be hit with the “let me show you how I’m not a fuckboy and that you really do mean something to me” or the “I’m really sorry for what I’ve done to you *but let me continue to do the shit I’m sorry for.*” Some really weren’t with a second of my time, others well……who knows, maybe I’ll find someone within the next few years, maybe I’ll let someone I actually loved show me they’re now a changed person, or maybe I’ll be single for the next decade. No one knows.

However, I’ve literally just reached the point where I avoid any and all things related to romantic relationships. I’m not ready to let someone in my life like that again nor do I want to deal with everything that comes with it to be honest. Ya girl got shit to get done for herself and life is so drama free right now, ya know?! Yeah, I’ve gone on dates and talked to quite a few guys here and there but none have caught my eye enough for me to keep them around. It’s usually a talk for a while, and then I just get tired of them and lose interest type of thing. But being unapologetically single (as I like to call it) right now is what’s best for me. I’ve spent the past few years just focusing on me, what I love to do, and figuring out my passions in life. It’s okay to need to work on yourself a little more and it’s okay to admit that. I study psychology, and I sometimes forget to relate my knowledge to myself…..it’s okay to take as much time as you need to mentally heal from things, especially heart break. Do you, boo.

It’s okay to want to make others feel better, but it’s not okay to have that come at the cost of your own feelings. So I took a short hiatus from writing some wonderful women. I decided to work on myself and spend some more self care time on myself and making myself happy.


Finally signed up to write another wonderful woman who’s in the same boat as me. I decided to steer away from the boy issues for a while and focus on the ones where I could actually give real encouragement for life’s experiences and worries.

It’s time we go and love ourselves for everything that we are and everything that we will be.

Homemade Chicken Alfredo


Yes, I literally made something from scratch and by that….I mean, I made the Alfredo and didn’t buy it in a can from the store lol.

I was literally stuck between making an Alfredo dish or my lasagna pasta dish and my family  voted for Alfredo. Go figure lol I’ve actually made Alfredo from scratch before, but it was just enough for myself and I didn’t feel like use actual milk again because pouring milk into a hot pan literally  freaks me out o.O lol

But let’s get real. You’re here for the recipe so here goes!


  • 1 very large Chicken boob (the one I used was HUGE lol) or however much chicken you would prefer
  • 1 bag of frozen broccoli cuts
  • 2 cans of chicken broth
  • 1-1/2 C non dairy milk (I used Simple Truth unsweetened almond milk)
  • 1 TBSP of vegatable oil
  • 12 oz box of fettucine
  • Garlic pepper seasoning
  • Parsley
  • Pinch of red pepper flakes



  • Cut up your chicken boob and cook. Put to the side.
  • Add oil into a pot (you will want the pot big enough to cook the noodles in, as well as tall enough to hold two cans of chicken broth).
  • Let the oil heat up while adding in garlic pepper seasoning, parsely, and red pepper flakes. I mostly just eyeballed it and added it according to my preferences.
  • Add in the chicken broth, non-dairy milk and slightly stir.
  • Add in the fettucine. Unless desired, do not break it. Just let it sit in the pan until it softens enough to fit into the pain.
  • While the pasta cooks, you can go ahead and cook your broccoli cuts.
  • Let cook for about 20-30 minutes, stirring occasionally. Once the sauce has started to thickening, add in the chicken and broccoli cuts. If you like it a little more on the liquidy side, just add more “milk” until the desired consistency.
  • Once the pasta and sauce is to your desired consistency, add in the chicken and broccoli cuts and stir.
  • Finally, serve and then enjoy!



Butterfinger Protein Shake




I’ve already shared my Butterfinger Shakeo recipe, but I figured I’d share one for those who don’t drink Shakeo but want something similar tasting.

Ingredients: (I literally eyeball everything lol)

  • about 1 C of almond milk (I used vanilla)
  • 1 Scoop of vanilla whey protein
  • 2 TBSP of chocolate PB2
  • about a 1 tspn of butterscotch instant pudding mix
  • about 1 C of ice


  • BLEND and ENJOY!

Body Positivity is for every BODY


Body positivity is for every BODY and this new exclusion shenanigan has gone too far. There, I said it.

I first joined the eating disorder community several years ago with the username “Workdatash”. (it’s now private and I rarely use it).  I created it after I was weight restored, but I was definitely still not in the right mindset of recovery. I wanted to finally kick all of my ED habits and work my way into the fitness world. Thus, I created the account. I wanted to find a sense of support and community of like minded people who had been through similar things and were encouraging. Plus it helped that many threw positivity around like confetti while also being real.

When I first joined I followed accounts that…you know, I can’t even describe them. They were all around amazing. I could always count on them to be uplifting and encouraging and they were always so real. I kept seeing thin and thick women posting their rolls and telling everyone that it was normal and to love yourself no matter what. Eventually, after seeing women all of shapes and sizes love their bodies and support others and myself, I began to love myself too. I even started posting my “tummy rolls” photos and sharing them with the world. It was an uplifting adventure and I’m so thankful for all of the people I got the chance to meet and impact while on that account.

However, I wish I still felt that way about all of the body positivity community.

If you know my story, I was an obese child. I was told to lose weight or that I would die slowly, in so many words. I was tormented for my weight even though bingeing was the only way for me to feel happy. Bullying lead to more eating and the cycle just continued.

I eventually decided that I would actively lose some weight and get healthy. I did, don’t get me wrong. I lost about 20 pounds and everyone noticed and commended me for a job well done. I really only cut out soda, started walking and slowly running, and chose healthier food.

That diet I started with the intention of getting healthy, ended up almost taking my  life. I had family circumstances arise that were far from ideal, I still hated myself, and I loved the comments from people. I developed Anorexia and lived off of 400 calories for quite some time. I thought being obese was bad enough, but this was far worse. I literally wanted to die during this stage of my life. But I didn’t and I’m here to today to write this.

The body positive community was amazing a few years ago, but now it’s more of an exclusion thing.

Some of the big “supposedly” body positive advocates have been not so body positive lately. I figure it will be an easier read if I list them and then discuss them.

Transformation Photos won’t kill you. Your ED will. 

A lot of the community got behind the “Boycott the Before” photos. I understand the point that some people were trying to make with the “trend”, but I saw it doing more harm than good.

I saw girls in the midst of their EDs that saw the boycott the before and negative talk towards transformation photos, feel bad about themselves. Why? Because they had shared their transformation photos during their ED and then felt bad for “triggering everyone else” and having to “validate themselves” and some even deleted their photos. Bashing transformation photos seemed to have a more negative impact than I would have liked for there to have been.

These big BoPo people were saying that transformation photos were harmful to those recovering from eating disorders and thus we should not post them because it’s like trying to validate ourselves and the fact that we had EDs and made EDs all about weight. *Insert my face palm here*

I love these photos…with a fiery passion. I LOVE transformation photos actually. They helped me so much in my recovery. Now, I know everyone’s recovery is different, but after talking to people still suffering from eating disorders they too have said they are encouraged by these photos.

I love seeing others celebrate things they are proud of or are honest and talk about how they may have taken a step backwards. This goes for ED and weight loss transformations, I might add. Like, I am cheering for you and giving you encouragement when you need it.

They said that it makes “EDs all about weight.” Well, if you’re trying to educate people on EDs, you should have already mentioned that it is hardly about weight for many and usually more about control, stressers, and internal conflicts. ED transformation photos are my favorite though because I can see the smile on their face and see that it is actually genuine again. I can see that they’re full of life and they are healthy again. It makes my heart so happy. Every time I see someone post these, there are usually long captions detailing their journeys and if people can’t take time to read them, that’s on them. But I’m going to celebrate their happiness with them either way.

These photos will not cause you to die from an eating disorder or even necessarily make it worse. However, your eating disorder will, if you let it. Transformation photos have been around for quite a while, but people are just now starting to not like them because they were not “deathly thin” or had weight change. THAT’S NOT WHAT EATING DISORDERS ARE ALL ABOUT. They are MENTAL illnesses. Everyone can post a transformation photo about their ED and STILL make an impact whether there was weight change or body differences. The point is to post about them and bring awareness to eating disorders aka the mental illness with the highest mortality rate. I’ve posted my far share of comparison photos where outsiders couldn’t tell the weight difference at all, but I knew that one was healthy and one was not and I let them know that. Many were shocked honestly and it was eye opening to them.

Being into fitness doesn’t mean you don’t need BoPo

I’ve also had to endure seeing some of the BoPo community talk down about those that are into fitness and use the #BodyPositive and #EDWarrior hashtags. Why? Because it’s “triggering to everyone who sees it while scrolling through hashtags” if they have an eating disorder. Their argument was to just stop using the hashtags together while also using fitness hashtags.

Give me a second here because I just can’t…..

Seriously though?

It’s like saying “Oh you went into fitness? You’re now no longer able to show body positivity nor let people know you conquered an ED through hashtags.”

Everyone needs body positivity. It doesn’t matter if it’s coming from someone with an ED, someone who’s obese, someone into fitness, someone that fits societal standards….it does not matter. We ALL NEED IT.

I’m into fitness, improving myself, and seeing how much I can do with my body. That doesn’t, for ONE second, mean I hate it just because I want to make gains. That doesn’t even make sense to me. I can want to grow my booty and make gains while still loving the body I have, especially after anorexia.

The entire argument they presented towards hashtag usage was uncalled for. Yet again, it was helping with exclusion because why would a fit person/person into fitness really need body positivity when bigger girls need it more..



Body Positivity does NOT need exclusions

Recently I’ve noticed aforementioned “BOPO advocates” pretty much skinny shaming and saying that skinny is a privilege and big girls need the body positive movement.

Hold up. Reverse. What? Excuse me?


I’ve really seen a negativity from the larger women of the community and it is geared towards thinner women. I’ve seen one account (which I will not name) say that thinner women who bend over and show their rolls are not really as body positive.

Yet again. Excuse me?

Their reasoning behind this was because larger women lived with rolls 24/7 while thinner women did not and they had the privilege of not having that issue. (Note: I’m still trying to wrap my head around how showing rolls at any weight is not really body positive).

I do get what they’re trying to do, I understand. Larger women actually make less money compared to their thinner counterparts based upon research. Larger people, especially women, are also seen as lazier, unhealthy, and less intelligent when compared with thinner women (according to research). It sucks. I know. I was obese. I dealt with bullying from children and adults, and I have family ridiculed because they are larger women. It really F*cking blows. But trying to uplift one while bringing down another is not how you fix that and it goes against what BoPo is.

I’m not naive. I have skinny privilege. I range usually between a 4-6, but in reality between a 0-10 because sizes are stupid. However, I have rolls. I have loose skin. I have stretch marks. Saying body positivity is more for those that are larger is an insult. I HAVE been the larger one and I’ve been the smaller one and I’ve been the anorexic one and I’ve been the healthier one. Just because I’m thin now, does not mean that I don’t need body positivity.


Body positivity is for EVERY SINGLE BODY. It’s not just for if you’re thick or thin, purple or green, happy or sad, fits societal standards or not. It’s about coming together to uplift every single body type and shape no matter what you may look like. Saying one needs it more than the other is not body positive and I will not stand for it. I’ve been on both ends of the spectrum and not once was I less deserving of being body positive or having those support me in loving my body.



Why weight restored does not equal recovered


Thanks to the “On this day”  reminders on Facebook, I was reminded that 4 years ago today I was “released” from my doctor for my eating disorder. What I mean is that my pediatrician saw that my weight was staying constant and had for quite some time and that my mental health had improved since I first saw her.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVED my pediatrician (Gail). I still take my siblings to the doctor when I can, so that I can say hi to her. I remember when I first started seeing Gail in the early months of 2012. At first, she wanted me to look into going away to a rehab facility quite some distance from home. I was reluctant to do that and my family didn’t want to do that either. So we turned to the next option. We decided that I would continue to stay in school (I tried to go home bound), go to her for weekly weight checks, seeing my counselor (Jessica-AMAZING), and start seeing a nutritionist.

Do keep in mind that I was still in high school at the time, but my weekly schedule would be weight check with Gail Monday or Wednesday, session with Jessica Tuesday or Thursday, and my nutritionist once a month (but I only went twice). After a little while, my visits to see them started to become more spaced out though.

When I first started seeing Gail and Jessica, I was in the worst place I’ve ever been. I was majorly depressed, anorexia had me in its tight grips, my OCD was taking over, my anxiety crippled me, and I had far from great family dilemmas.

I started off by talking about what was going on in my life: the triggers for my eating disorder steamed from low self-esteem and my family issues.  Gail immediately began by having my family take away the scale in our house and she even put a note on my file telling her nurses to not let me know my weight, thus I had to turn around on the scale at the office. She had me write down everything I ate in a day. An example? “A pinch of trail mix”….like really, Ash? A pinch? I look back and can’t even believe that I survived on that little to be honest.

I had the pressure from all sides telling me I needed to gain weight to not only save my life, but also get my period back. When you first start to eat after only consuming about 400 calories every day, it. freaking. hurts. I lived off of Carnation milk drinks, so much so that strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla started to taste the same… eww, right? I started to increase what I was eating and tried to be more social about it and stopped writing it down. I could tell I had gained some weight and it seemed to stay pretty constant for quite a while. I remember that I used to message friends telling them how much I weighed and they’d tell me that it was good that I weighed that much compared to what I used to. I was doing better than I had been, but it wasn’t enough.

Four years ago I got the clear from Gail that I no longer needed to see her unless I was sick or needed something. My weight was 112 pounds. I had reached 112 pounds after reaching my low of around 85 (my lowest known weight). I left feeling on top of the world. I thought “I did it!! I beat it!” I texted my best friends to tell them all first and we all rejoiced. Little did we all know that it wasn’t really over.

How do I know that it wasn’t over? Later that year I went on a trip to see a friend and I can remember everything I ate during that weekend and it’s not because I wrote it down. It was because I hardly ate anything. Don’t get me wrong, I ate….but it wasn’t close to what I should’ve been eating. I ate some trail mix, pretzels, peanut butter, a lamb gyros with some fries, a fried wonton (with cream cheese) since I gave the other away because fried food still scared the shit out of me, a pumpkin spice donut, a slice of meat lovers pizza, a garlic bread stick, and a cookie slice. It wasn’t just that weekend trip, that made me realize this, but it was every time I went out to eat, had a family dinner, or wanted to exercise.

I wasn’t recovered. I was weight restored.

My exercise bulimia came into play as well. People wanted me to eat, so I did. Sometimes I ate 4 whole pizzas and everyone would be so shocked by the fact I was eating again. But I would be running it off.

It was until 2016, that I was TRULY RECOVERED. I found a love for working out and taught myself how to lift weights. I ate to workout, not workout in order to eat. I decided to help others with their health and wellness as a coach. I can walk into a restaurant and have no anxiety about what to order or what has the lowest calories. I can stay up until the wee morning hours and eat dinner. I can take spontaneous trips to get Cookout milkshakes. I can wear a bathing suit and feel amazing without being stick thin. I am happy. I know my worth. I have the greatest support system of friends and family.

Becoming weight restored was only half of the equation. It took 3 years to fully recover after becoming  weight restored. Those three years were the absolute hardest though. Eating was the easy part. Changing my mindset was the toughest for me.

I can now happily say that I’m recovered, but that does not mean that I will not have bad days. I will still have some bad body image days, but I do not act on them. I do not take it out on my body when I cannot control an external factor.

Recovering takes time, dedication, and perseverance, but if I can do it…..anyone can do it. Do it for yourself, for your future, for your happiness.

Recovery is worth it.  ❤

Homemade Chicken Alfredo

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So I’ve been wanting to try something new since both and I my roommate have been making the same dishes repeatedly. I ended up searching pinterest and found several recipes for homemade Alfredo and decided to use their tips and tricks and make it myself!


About 1/8 C butter

About 1/8 C flour (I used all-purpose)

1 C of milk (I used 2% since that all that I had)

Roughly 1/4 C of parmesan cheese (I just sprinkled it in without measuring until I thought it was right for me)

2 small boneless, skinless chicken breasts (cubed)

About 1 C of spinach (finely chopped)

1 Tbsp of pesto

1/3 of a box of spaghetti (my box was the 16oz box)- you may use fettuccine, but I only had spaghetti

To make the sauce:

  • Put the butter in a saucepan and let melt.
  • Slowly add in the flour and stir, until it is smooth.
  • Add in the milk and stir constantly until the mixture thickens.
  • Then add in spinach and pesto and stir until fully combined.

To assemble the entire dish:

  • Before starting the sauce, cook the pasta and chicken.
  • Place the pasta and chicken into a large bowl.
  • Then make your sauce and once it is done, pout it on top of your pasta and chicken.
  • Mix (if desired).
  • ENJOY! 😀

“Spicy Sauce” Pasta


This is probably one of my favorite pasta recipes that my roommate and I make. She introduced me to it….and I was hooked!


1 lb of Rotini noodles

Roughly 2 decent sized boneless, skinless chicken breasts (cubed)

1 Jar of Marinara sauce ( I usually use Kroger brand “6 Cheese” sauce)

1 Jar of Alfredo sauce (Usually use Kroger brand “roasted garlic” sauce)

1 Can of peas

1 Tbspn of oil (I usually just use olive oil)

1 Tbspn of red pepper flakes


  • Pour the 1 Tbspn of oil into a skillet along with the red pepper flake. (My roommate usually adds in garlic as well, but I never do since I don’t taste it at all).
  • Saute for a few minutes and then add in the chicken and cook until done.


  • While the chicken is cooking, cook the pasta accordingly.
  • Once the chicken is finished cooking, reduce the heat and empty the entire marinara jar into skillet followed by the Alfredo sauce. Stir until the two sauces are completely combined. (It should look similar to the picture below)


  • Drain the peas and then add them into the skillet with the sauces and chicken.
  • Let them simmer for a few minutes.
  • Then add in your rotini noodles and stir them so that the noodles are covered with the sauce mixture.
  • I usually let it set for about 5-10 minutes to ensure that the entire skillet is warm.
  • ENJOY! 🙂