about me

creativity saved my life. 

i’m as type a as they come. perfectly crafted tiny handwriting, can’t stand to look at an unmade bed, not one strand of hair out of place kinda gal. fast forward into my twenties, and this mentality landed me in a not-so-glamorous eating disorder (i’m much better now; thanks for asking, *cough cough* hr). i starved myself of what it means to be alive - human connection, enjoyment, passion, creativity, and of course, good food. with help, however, i began to chip away at the root of the problem - my craving (no pun intended) for acceptance. 

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​here are some takeaways from my experience in recovery thus far:

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1. eat peanut butter. life is too short for that powdered shit. don’t get me wrong, i could easily sell pb2 as the “guilt-free alternative you could spoon into oblivion,” but that would neglect the fact that calories and fats are *gasp* good. also, that diet culture is a misogynistic construct which reinforces race, class, and privilege, all while keeping women small.   

2. it is impossible to please everyone. baskin robbins makes 31 flavors for a reason, although i'm more of a cold stone gal myself. be open to the malleability of your voice as a writer without relinquishing who you are at your core. 

3. shared struggles are the fabric of human connection. leading with empathy is a great strength. the sooner we decide society is an extension of ourselves, the easier it is to tap into people’s emotional triggers and identify opportunities which resonate with them.