I have learned that when we show up as our most vulnerable selves, it will make someone else afraid. They will say that they are afraid for us, and this is especially true if they love us. But they are also afraid for themselves.

Release the guilt you may feel when you hear that you can’t love others before you love yourself.

Loving and hating your body are two extremes. You don’t have to move from hating your body to loving it.

Making peace with your body is also about making peace with your crooked third toe on your left foot. And your eyes that aren’t quite symmetrical. And your cowlick that makes your hair lay in a funky way. It’s about making peace with all your body’s parts, one at a time, from your crow’s-feet to your pinky toes.

I took a Women’s Studies course in college, where I experienced one of my first “awakening” moments. Yep, your math is right. I spent years, decades really, in the Awakening stage.

Ripples. That was the working title of the book I never actually wrote.
When life events, both global and personal, smell worse than a fish-market dumpster fire, it’s easy to feel hopeless. Paralyzed, even. When things are so bad, what’s the point of trying to make the world a better place? What can one person actually do?