The relationship I have with food is toxic. It's a love/hate relationship. I love food, but I hate when I succumb to it. It's wild to think that an inanimate substance meant to provide me with nourishment can fuck with my psyche the way it does. I can't fully blame food, it's not all its... Continue Reading →
It’s My Body, I’ll be Semi-Nude if I Want to
Recently, I looked through my instagram feed, and I noticed a large majority of my posts are me in either a bikini or underwear. On the surface, some may perceive this as vanity. I'm sure some folks will even assume I'm a whore, slut, hoe, etc. I've had many guys ask me if I have... Continue Reading →
Lost in Resolute Reverie 