Zo: Unplugged

#SpringCollection Over this last year, so many things have happened, to me. They were difficult. But there were also so many moments of joy and bliss. I’ve flowered myself into a better, more confident, healthier, happier Zoey. So here’s a quick summary of triggering events over the last while… Since writing the #30DaysofSelfCare series in

A New Season

#SpringCollection YAAAASSS, it’s good to be back! Where to begin?… There have been so many changes in my life over the last few months, some of which have just confused me, some of which have broken me, and others that elevated my happiness to a whole new level. And I would like to share those

Day 28: Surgery

#30DaysOfSelfCare One of the things that people often asked me, now even more so that I’ve been blogging about my experience, is whether or not I’ve had or plan on having surgery. As a transgender woman, there are a number of options available to you if you decide to transition. In terms of a medically

Day 27: Soup

#30DaysOfSelfCare There are days when the writing’s easy, and days where the words won’t come. Then there are days when the writing comes, but the words won’t leave. Writing yesterday’s post, Day 26: Fourteen, really took a lot out of me. I’d been thinking about writing about it since I started the series, but I

Day 26: Fourteen

CW: SEXUAL VIOLENCE #30DaysOfSelfCare In my life I have done what I thought was best for me, with the knowledge and skills I had at the time. I made choices. And sometimes choices were made for me. And I want to briefly talk about something that happened to me while growing up. Throughout my life,

Day 25: Haul

#30DaysOfSelfCare It’s Monday, it’s grey outside, I didn’t sleep properly, I have work piling up, and it’s not like I’m a ray of emotional sunshine either. So this is not such a great start to the week. Fortunately, retail therapy is here to save the day! With all that doom and gloom shadowing my mood,

Day 24: Breathe

#30DaysOfSelfCare In dealing with stuff, there are these little spaces, moments of solace during the thick of depression and feels, that can be a saving grace. This morning is such a moment. I’ve really been struggling with this thing (I’m not quite ready to name it yet) and it’s made me an emotional wreck this