A reflection about real efforts toward inclusion and equity for LGBTQ+ people during Pride month.

Because, you see, in my experience, this softer lens is the only one that allows us to create the kind of world I’m interested in creating. A world that’s better to both of us.

Not for her sake. Or for mine. But for ours.

I missed 5 years of living. 8 months of laughing. 3 weeks of napping. 2 days of loving. 12 hours of playing..

So that I could figure out a way to make sure there was less of me in the world. What a waste.

A poem

And while the pain is still a bit fresh, it is a story I want to share with you. Yes, for my own healing, but also for yours because I suspect that you, too, know something about ingesting the poisonous belief that the only good body is a thin body.

Kids TELL THE TRUTH. That's just what they do. And so I was standing, face to face, with the truth about my body - and it looked like an unrelenting six year-old in pigtails wearing a Dora the Explorer swimsuit, observing what was obvious to anyone with eyes.

I had climbed up the side of this mountain. All 250+ pounds of me. Sweating, panting, fearing death or at least permanent disability, but I climbed it. And it was exhilarating and exhausting and breathtaking and terrifying.

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