Doubt is a Big Fat Liar By Z Zoccolante Do you remember who you were before the eating disorder? Do you remember your goals and dreams before life was defined by food, body image, or the word skinny? When you think about being free, does a voice whisper that it’s not possible? That voice is doubt and it’s a big, fat liar. They say that doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will. Perhaps it’s because...
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How to Shine as an Introvert By Z Zoccolante By now if you haven’t heard Carl Jung’s popularized terms of the introvert and extrovert, you’ve probably been living under a rock. These terms have to do with how we use energy. The basics are that the extrovert gets their energy (like filling up a battery) from being around and interacting with others. The introvert gets their energy from being alone and is often drained...
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My super short story, Their Heads Came Falling Down, got chosen for publication in Rollick Magazine. You can help it win the Most Popular Post Award by leaving a comment or sharing it (from the link above) on your social media. For my lovely podcast listeners, this week’s audio, in the blue box, contains the story only. Keep reading below for some thoughts on the story’s topic. * * * * Musings on...
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Why I Didn’t Kill Myself. By Z Zoccolante Life can be a rollercoaster of a ride. It’s jam packed with beauty and chaos, with vertical drops inducing open mouthed laughter and the anticipation of forward locomotion. You scream and smile. But have you ever wished for death? It’s hard for me to fathom people who’ve never thought about it, even if for a fleeting instant. There are situations that make us contemplate...
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How Not to Accept a Compliment By Z Zoccolante The gray dress encases the length of my body, pressing against my arms, cutting off at the wrists. It looks as though someone’s taken a precise blade and carved delicate snowflake impressions into the material, removing the flakes, leaving empty space in lacey finger-lines. My fingers pull the stretchy fabric an inch down my thighs as I stomp my high black trendy combat boots up...
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You Are the Constant! Inspiration for your Journey By Z Zoccolante I remember the exact moment I typed the last word. I sat back in the chair as tears skimmed my eyes. The noise of the food court shuffled into consciousness. The thought scratched like a broken record, I finished it! * Around me at the mall’s food court in Hawaii, the low hum of people’s conversations formed a sea of airy foam. The florescent lights shone above....
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