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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
Damnit this week has been hard. Yes, I know it’s only Wednesday—I said what I said. This. Week. Has. Been. Hard. I feel exhausted and depleted on every level. Everything is messy and in various states of disarray. I don’t have any answers, just an endless string of questions...Read more
I hope that you’re having fun with your body. And if that’s not yet accessible to you, I hope that you’re learning to heal within your own skin—to reclaim that which belongs to you, and only you. And above all, I hope that you feel both supported and autonomously...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
Sunday morning, 0845, I opened my eyes and drew the curtains to wash the bedroom with late morning light. I slept until I felt like waking, made coffee, and then proceeded to lounge around in my robe and do absolutely nothing for the next few hours. In our perfectionist...Read more
You’re allowed to feel your own damn joy. It might feel foreign. Or selfish. Or scarce. Or indulgent. Or uncomfortable—at first. Maybe you’re unaccustomed to joy because you’ve been steeped in shadows. Maybe you’ve seen too much pain. Maybe joy reaches out for you and you stand firm with...Read more
Five years ago, if you’d told me I’d be reading tarot for a living, I would’ve laughed right in your face. A lot can change in five years, five weeks, five minutes. Five years ago, for example, I didn’t know I was marrying a sociopathic, abusive narcissist who would...Read more
Sometimes I need to be reminded of who I am. There are periods—days, weeks even—when I feel off kilter, untethered, floating above myself, wandering in the void. Lately I’ve been tired—soul tired, bone tired. I’ve felt the discomfort of being IN BETWEEN. In between projects. In between living spaces....Read more
I googled, “how to start a blog.” It was 2008 and I was itching for a creative outlet. After years of building a successful personal training business, I realized that although I loved my work, I had neglected my creativity for far too long. I’ve been writing since I...Read more
I bled right through my favorite pants. You know the ones—gold, high waisted, flowy, lookin’ like the sun materialized into a garment so comfortable, so capable that you never want to take them off—the ones I wear pretty much every damn day, which means you’ve likely seen them on...Read more
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