lunavine asked: Hi, this is the girl that you met in Seattle after the EA show. We talked a bit and I gave you a shirt. I told you how seeing you that night helped me realize my body is beautiful the way it is. I told you about my eating disorder. I told you how you inspired me to stop. I just wanted to say thank you, again. You are amazing and beautiful and you have inspired me so much. I've been struggling a bit recently, almost going back to old habits, but I think I'll be able to get through it. Your body is your temple, right? I want to treat my body well and have been trying hard to do so, thanks to you. I am hoping to send you a gift as a type of thank you token.

Thank you so much,
Erika <3

YES! YES ! YES! my love….no matter how our culture or society has taught us to look at ourselves and critique it, our bodies are the temples that allow us to take action and move forward, or to walk away, or to help others.  In high school i battled with an eating disorder and at the time was an intense athlete.  It wasn’t until I accepted the fact that my true love was the stage, movement, dance, expression, reflection, that I even considered my body something of an advantage.  It allows me to stretch out my blocked emotions, leap the mundanity of living a human exsistence, and celebrate exsistence through being a reflection in motion.  Is there anything you love to do with your body?  Take yourself out on a date to something you’ve never done before that makes you utilize your physical self.  For one thing is sure.  There is no one on this planet that is you.  You are so unique and powerful, and though the path to finding this uniqueness is a sorted road, we have each other to bump us along!

All of my love

Somewhere inside a puddle

CONTESSA 

                                       The eating is only to know you better,

                                          to see the timeless mystic inside. 

               For our flesh is the first of many layers that keeps us molded to size.

                                       So many layers keep ourselves at bay,

                                           bones… blue tissues… long hair.

           I bless those who rip off all of their clothes, and at least show a layer deep. 

                    Knowing the freedom of flinging clothes, running into the cold, 

     flirting into midnight waters…could only be a taste of what it must be like to leave

                   our bones, our flesh, the weight of our sixteen pound heads. 

                        I bless those who eat everyone of their fingers and toes,

                                          the hardest of the human to eat.

       They ‘ve been painted and buffed but the honor has always been left for the heart. 

               Having dealt with the hardest of roads and the slickest of handshakes,

                 the extremities are the entrance doors for the world outside of us.

        So if I eat away the door built strongly in it’s floor, there is nothing dividing us. 

             And then, of course as everyone knows I bless those that pee in my tea. 

I’m sure you all know how the old adage goes, the better to keep close your enemies. 

-written from somewhere inside a puddle in portland

COnTessa

But that really didn’t seem like enough.