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Word cloud showing Megan’s most used words on Bluesky in 2025. Recovery and Sunday are the biggest words in the cloud.

2025 bluesky wrapped— it’s been a heavy year, but such a good year. This is recovery. 🖤

“how lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” ❤️

I like her, too

Hey, it’s Sunday— tell me (or show me!) something you like. I’ll go first: I like lazy days spent watching silly tv shows with my boyfriend. Now your turn. 🖤

Perfect, thank you! Mine today was kinda “meh, fine”— excited to revisit. Happy Thanksgiving, Cargill! Glad I know ya. 🖤

I humbly request your green bean casserole recipe bc this looks *chef’s kiss*

a quick reminder today that we get to decide what family means 🖤

Yesss!

And yes. A lot of life and love and big changes between these pictures. 😭

Megan, a brunette, sitting in a blue booth smiling at a plate of biscuits smothered in gravy. She is wearing a sleeveless grey shirt and a silver ring necklace.

Megan, a brunette, sitting at a table and smiling. There is a plate of biscuits smothered in gravy on the table in front of her. She is wearing a light grey sweater and a silver ring necklace.

returned to the scene of the crime (revisited the diner where we had our first date 🥰)

this is a pre-holiday reminder to not comment on what or how much/little you think someone is eating—or your perception of their weight. I promise there are ppl in your life struggling w/grief or depression or in ED recovery or or or—& you have no idea. don’t be the one that makes it harder on them.

Yes. I hope this week treats you gently. ♡

Hi, it’s Sunday— tell me (or show me!) a thing that made you smile this week. I’ll go first: I found this on our calendar, where 8yo excitedly noted her first little race coming up. Now your turn. 🖤

hey, psst— you are so many good & wonderful things.

🖤🖤🖤

🖤!!

Megan is a quadrillion words in the rough shape of a human girl. Sometimes when you catch sight of her out of the corner of your eye, you can see them- the words- trailing from the corner of her eye or the usually-split-ends of her hair. She changes as the words do, and may appear different one day to the next— though you'll never be able to quite put your finger on what has changed. Though the words are constantly shifting and reforming, and some days those that rise to the top of her skin are heavy with loss or guilt or grief or question, the words that make up her bones are words of hope, and possibility, and belief— and those are the words she will always return to. —fun little poem prompt by my lovely friend @aliklingenberg & quick little poem brought to you by sleepy morning Megan. sharing here because I like how it turned out.

“write yourself a strange little bio in the form of a pep talk”

—sharing here in my continuing quest to share even a portion of the words I write, the words that make me 🖤

Hey— if you’re in eating disorder recovery & are listening to the “Allison after NXIVM” podcast, maybe skip episode 3.

🖤🖤🖤

it’s a personal favorite :D

Megan sitting in her car and smiling at the camera. She has just-cut brunette hair, hitting below her collarbone. She’s wearing a black t shirt with a graphic of Darth Vader force-choking a stormtrooper that reads “strong people don’t put others down”

haircut megan ✨

Love is consideration.

Two baking sheets covered in small light brown ginger snap cookies. In the background you can see a cooling rack with more cookies on it

Tons of tiny ginger snaps for cookie Sunday.

(Only after I got started did I realize the recipe said it makes “130 bite-size cookies,” whoops)

And regardless of any of the loud stuff that may or may not add value for us: Recovery is possible. It is not too late.

A reminder that your recovery is yours, & sometimes people are going to say things that— well-meaning or not— may inadvertently trigger you & may definitely not be for you or applicable to your recovery. & no matter how definitively they state stuff— your recovery is yours alone.

I’ve worked really hard on body neutrality— “I have a body”— and can even feel thankfulness that my body kept going even when I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

I can also work a meaningful recovery without demanding something of myself that I’m not ready for— and might not ever be.

Once I saw someone well-meaningly say on here something like “you need to stand in front of a mirror and stare at your body until you find love there.”

I think about this from time to time & as someone in eating disorder recovery— no, I do not, and that is okay.

An update: my subsequent piece didn’t advance any further— but it’s a piece I was still kinda proud of.

Sharing this here because it’s part of the whole deal, & I don’t wanna just share the pretty, “perfect” parts.

Not giving up. Onward.

Hey, it’s Sunday— tell me (or show me!) a thing you liked this week. I’ll go first: late afternoon in the woods. Now your turn. 🖤

There is no step forward in recovery that is insignificant or “too small.”

—just in case you needed the reminder today