I'm a therapist with self-harm scars

I am a Residential Therapist and a recent graduate. And I have concern about how to address my self-harm scars to my clients.

I have considered surgery for the major scars and tattoos for the minor scars. Looking for insight from others in the professional or helping field.

How to get the perfect body in ONE step

I'm writing this because I just can't anymore. But, actually you know what, I CAN even, and I need to say it…

Your body as you are experiencing it right now, even in your off white underwear and tank top possibly covered in a delicate layer of Doritos dust, is a feat of evolutionary wonderment. Your heart (I require you to place your hand on your chest right now) that heart, that dull thud you're experiencing right this second, well that dull thud, according to Google, that precious organ began thumping its little chant for you a day after your the condom broke and your parents thought it was fine. A day. One day! That heart has been rooting for you since before your eyeballs existed. That beautiful little blood chucking muscle was been "thub-thubbing" for you since before your mama even knew you were there. It predates your brain. Love it. Mind it. Feel it. Trust it.

As for the rest of you, you have bones to support you, a brain making you "you," muscles to kick ass left, right, and centre, eyes to see, and a voice — a voice that needs to be heard more. Heard louder and stronger than ever. Why?

Because there is a multibillion dollar industry ($445 billion to be exact) out there making bank from telling you that your body is not enough and by association that you are not enough. And we are buying it.

Frankly, fuck that.

World making you feel old? Here's why I'm not letting it

Did you happen to see this 60th birthday boudoir shoot we posted recently? It's deliciously sexy and makes age seem irrelevant, so much so that it sent a couple of our staff members into look-inward-mode about aging. It was a tiny reminder that age is just a number and you don't have to succumb to those being-old tropes if you don't want to. For me, it was a reminder that we don't have to pre-age ourselves (AND especially not have it thrust upon us by our peers).

1.7k

I hate my nickname and just can't shake it

My name is Catherine. I was named after my maternal grandmother who went by "Kitty." When my mother was looking to nickname me as a baby (since I guess that's what you do with more formal names?), she settled on "Cathy" since she felt that something like "Cate" was too weird. And Cathy stuck. Forever. Despite my first attempt to change it back at the age of eight and the many (many) attempts after. I just can't shake this name that I don't like and with which I don't identify…

1.0k

Sustainability isn't always sustainable: Environmental thoughts from an eco poser

I wake up one day feeling like Captain Planet, and the next I'm considering buying paper plates for dinner. I know I'm not alone. It's the same mechanism by which any serious yet non-immediate threat gets pulverized in the gears of our everyday lives.

There will always be a sizable part of our psyche that we just can't convince to give a shit about something until it's pounding on our door. And I think there's an especially large, entirely intersectional number of us doing this with the environment.