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My feet are funny shaped. At some point in college I participated in my first foot washing in which I found myself keenly aware that my feet were not so beautiful rather then brought the good news or not.  I knew that wasn’t the point but the human inside of me couldn’t ( Read more... )

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I would love to tell you that I always love my body.

That I appreciate my scars for the story they tell.
That I value the oddly shaped contours of my poor long bones.

That I love the strange angles that my contracted ankles and elbows grace me with.

But I would be lying.

But ( Read more... )

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I am in love with the NICU. The tiny, fragile patients with uncertain futures who in their vulernability are beautiful. In their beauty though there is pain, these tiny humans know pain of their larger inpatients but they have few ways to articulate it. There is pain for the ( Read more... )

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I went to David’s Bridal today for the first time. I was to be fitted for my first real bridemaid’s dress. I walked in and found myself in a huge room filled with rows and rows and rows of dresses. I shivered in the air conditioning. One side was for bridemaids and the other ( Read more... )