Tag: Self-Image

on athleticism

I spent most of my life completely convinced that I am absolutely unathletic, pathetic in my klutziness, a fragile, uncoordinated mess who is to be pitied for her inability to walk across a room without sustaining some kind of grievous bodily injury or expensive property damage. I am not all wrong; I am often clumsy, find it difficult to move… Read more →

on being a rock star

I have always admired those people I think of as real artists–the visual artists who paint and sculpt and draw, the performance artists who sing and dance and play an instrument, the filmmakers who are a little bit of both. You could argue that writing is an art, and because I write, I am therefore, an artist. I have argued… Read more →