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Author Archives: annabec
This girl here.
Hello again. It’s me. The person who often writes about depressing stuff! First, let’s look at what I’m wearing in the epic photo I’ve included. Those are some LONG jean shorts. The reason they are long? Because my parents refused … Continue reading
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My hardest fight.
The first time that I ever felt depression I was eight or nine years old. I was sitting in the back of my mom’s car and I distinctly remember that I was looking down at my brand new pair of … Continue reading
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Where I go from here.
In two weeks my third child will turn one. This is far and away the fastest year of my life. I have mixed feelings about her birthday. I feel sad because literally every minute with her is amazing. I feel … Continue reading
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Griddle cakes.
Last month I bought a belly binding corset. It is also called “A Girdle”. As if this thing isn’t unsexy enough, they’ve given it a name that actually sounds fat when you say it. Girdle. Sometimes when I say it, … Continue reading
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The mundane.
Sometimes I understand why people want to give up. Every year that I get older, life seems harder and harder. And that’s coming from a person with extreme privilege. This morning as I walked my kids to school, sweating … Continue reading
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The top floor of the parking deck.
I think this is going to be a sad post. So if you don’t want to feel sad on an already gloomy February day, don’t read this. I was raised by two parents with chronic illness. My dad was diagnosed … Continue reading
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Will I miss you?
Dear self, You are 31 weeks pregnant. This is what your body looked like at the time. No matter what you hear, you will miss this pregnancy when the baby comes. You will look back with rose colored glasses and … Continue reading
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My H.
Dear little bird, I will never forget the way that it felt to kiss your cheek, to squeeze your foot, to smell you one more time before I left the hospital that day, with your sister and your daddy, but … Continue reading
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Where did my brain go?
I’ve had a hard time coming up with material for this blog over the past (almost) year. I’m not sure why. Life feels very, very full . The twinkies turn five in two months. And acknowledging that fact, literally knocks … Continue reading
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I’m still alive.
Hello faithful reader (s), I am still alive. But barely. 2016 is an asshole of a year that I would very much like to forget. Of course there is the obvious. A putrid, orange piece of racist garbage was elected … Continue reading
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