I'm now the mother of a son. He's going to grow up under the weight of some gender stereotypes -- after all, you don't undo this kind of programming in a single generation -- but I hope the world he inherits will be a safer place for both men and women to be vulnerable. A place where emotions are allowed to be part of the human experience, and we're all taking better care of each other and ourselves.
I decide I've been looking in the wrong place for God and begin to morph my beliefs with reincarnation. The books I read tell me that we keep coming back, life after lifetime. This terrifies me because it means that if I don't heal the eating disorder in this life I'm gonna come back and face it again.