How Perfectionism Sabotaged My Diabetes Management
Historically, when I haven’t been good at something, I’ve lost interest and soon quit. At 5, I realized I had a fear of performing on stage and (momentarily) quit dancing. At 11, I realized I was no Serena Williams and quit my local tennis league. I quit piano at the age of 12 and shortly after left ...
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It’s a Celebration?!
I wrote an Insta post earlier this month about quietly acknowledging my 11th year of living with diabetes. I decided not to make a big hoopla of things, as my numbers had been quite unruly lately. In fact, this season was sprinkled with some of the highest and lowest numbers of my life—a reality ...
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Building My Tribe: The Power of Meet-Ups
As a young girl, church was a frequent staple in my life. During my early college years, I gravitated towards Hallelujah, a campus service rooted in the African-American worship-style tradition and the closest thing in Princeton that reminded me of home. We’d sing the same five songs at ...
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My Commitments: Prioritizing Self in 2017
Last December I began a new job. I was grateful for my newfound employment. The opportune timing of the offer stymied growing unrest and budding self-doubt. Still, after a day in the office, I wondered if I made the right choice. I’d only been there a week before I displayed the unsettling, ...
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Diabetes and Discipline: My Daily Struggle
Now, more than ever I am desperate for deep, lasting change. After indulging in a plethora of self-help books and a season peppered with attempts at self-validation—I am tired. It is not the “pick-me up” mantras or gentle reminders of forgiveness and self-love that leave me weary, instead, it’s ...
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World Diabetes Day: 2016
"Because I get by with a little help from my pump." Like actually. Celebrated my own diabetes journey and diabetes awareness month with a fun photoshoot by my love, Alfred Sarpeh of Royal Light Photography. T-shirt purchased from ...
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Reclaiming Power and Acknowledging Small Victories
Yesterday during a workshop, we were asked to describe the last time we felt powerful. After much mental warring and eliminating instances that felt far too personal for an audience I barely knew, I described the moment in which I received my last A1C—a 7.0%. After being deterred by an 8.2% months ...
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