I eat my feelings (and other tender truths) 🤍


Dear Reader, “I eat my feelings.”It’s a phrase I hear often from the women I work with.And it resonates—because it once touched something tender in me, too—something I had to learn to meet with compassion instead of resistance. The holidays have a way of turning the volume up on everything—joy, grief, exhaustion, pressure. Even when things are good, the pace alone can leave our bodies and nervous systems overwhelmed. And for many women, food becomes the place they land. Not because they’re...