Dani Wolking
Bio
Stay at home parent, homeschooler, hobbyist who keeps trying too many things, zero qualifications to write. Please enjoy!
Stories (4/0)
Hey You
I've been on this journey for the last probably five or so years. A journey to love and accept myself, even if I'm not where I want to be with my body. I've done diets galore, exercise routines that made me cry, binge eating episodes that made me hate myself even more. All of it failed every single time. And I'm a big walking cliche because it was 100% due to the fact that I hated myself so much that I wanted to change. I sound like every other fat positive v/blogger and I'm okay with that. Credit for my mind changing about myself goes to The Fat Author (@thefatauthor on instagram) and her podcast Beached Whale. She isn't there to give some philisophical crap about finding inner peace with some essential oils and a yoni egg (?). It's all just honesty. She just talks about herself and her path to loving who she is, even when she doesn't like parts of her. It's incredible, I love her, and if you see this, HI DESTINY, I LOVE YOU!
By Dani Wolking3 years ago in Motivation
Finally Free
My body weak and my mind reeling, I fell to the ground. It was cold and damp, almost instantly seeping into my bones. The air smelled sweet. I gulped and swallowed and took as many deep breaths as I could. Fresh air flooding my senses, I closed my eyes and reveled in it for a moment.
By Dani Wolking3 years ago in Psyche
Disappeared, Still Missing
Earlier this month, my grandmother stopped by my house. She's doing this whole end-of-my-life thing where she's cleaning out anything and everything and giving away the things she doesn't think she's going to need anymore. She's old. She knows what comes next. She handed me a cheery box of holiday decorations and sat down at my table. She asked me, with tears in her eyes, to please not give up on my grandpa's disappearance. So here I am. Help me find him, maybe?
By Dani Wolking4 years ago in Criminal
An Open Letter
I was a messed up kid with a messed up home life. I was rebelling as much as I could without getting hurt. Skipping school, smoking weed, stealing money and cigarettes from my mom, going on joy rides when she fell asleep drunk. I wore see-through shirts and too small jeans and listened to music I didn't even like. I just needed someone to give a shit. That's all. Just someone. Anyone. I chose you.
By Dani Wolking4 years ago in Motivation
