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Throughout my childhood, I was teased and bullied quite a bit. Being one of only two Persian kids at my elementary school (my sister being the other), my ancestry and name (among other things) were the source of many playground taunts. Growing up in LA in the 90s—during Desert...Read more
Have you ever wanted something so badly, while simultaneously believing that you can’t have it? That you’ll never “get there?” That it’s just not possible for you? I got my first muscle up at 35 years old, with absolutely no gymnastics background, and two herniated discs that sometimes inhibit...Read more
I never used to let myself get photographed from behind. As someone who grew up terribly self conscious about her legs, I’d worry about what people would think if they saw my dimpled thighs, self equating my (very natural) cellulite with words like “gross” and “flaw” because this is...Read more
Confession: Sometimes I skip workouts. I love lifting and getting sweaty just as much as the next lady meathead, but sometimes I just really, really, really don’t want to go to the gym. We’ve all been there; even those among us who identify as gym-junkies and fitness fanatics have...Read more
I have a meathead confession to make: Contrary to popular opinion in the strength world, I actually LOVE cardio. I know it’s really en vogue to hate on cardio in favor of lifting weights, but I just don’t care. I like to sweat. I like to feel my lungs...Read more
Last week, during a fitness photoshoot, I intimated to my photographer and my assistant that I was the “heaviest” I’d ever been outside of my pregnancy. I put heaviest in quotations because I don’t actually weigh myself, and I think it’s just a placeholder for a variety of descriptions identifying an...Read more
This is a screenshot from one of my Wildfire Yoga videos. As you can see, there’s some booty roll action and cellulite accentuation going on—I’m not ashamed of it, nor will I apologize for it. This is what my body looks like while in Warrior Two, and that’s just a fact. What...Read more
You know what’s gross? Racism is gross. Homophobia, xenophobia, sexism—gross. Oppression and discrimination are gross. Telling people what they should and shouldn’t do with their bodies? Gross. Convincing people there is something inherently wrong with them in order to turn a profit? Gross. Ketchup is gross. (Don’t argue.) But you?...Read more
Fact: A woman’s primary purpose in life is not to have an “ideal” body. A woman’s primary purpose is likely not primary at all, but an amalgamation of the myriad things that make her unique and valuable—but her body, and how the world views and judges it, is not at the forefront. Or at...Read more
Recently I stepped on a scale for the first time in several months. As someone who used to weigh myself every single day—and allow the number to determine my mood—weighing myself only every few months is tremendous progress. I did, in fact, “break up” with my scale long ago,...Read more
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