FATshion Journal Blog by Lilly

Biscuit Home in Houston, Texas If you didn't already know (shame-on you because I've written about some of my mental-health struggles) about 6 years ago I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder; To put it in layman's terms I am a constant worrier and trust me, I am putting it lightly. My anxiety monster makes its appearance when money, family, and an overwhelming sense of responsibility overcome any "logical" way of thinking and as much as I love traveling,  my anxiety flares up the most during travel. About 10 years-ago, we went to Nicaragua for New Years and I became overwhelmed, manic, with a sense of an impending death, I purchased life insurance, left letters for loved ones and notes about funeral arrangements. Obviously, I didn't die not unless I did... And this is an alternate universe.. Whoa! That's be trippy... Any who, when our trip was over, I was happy to be home and secluded myself until school started. I sought to reclus...

Home Sweet Home - the streets that raised me are colorful So I've been talking my HusVinh's ear-off the last few days about a recent job-training session. We read a book titled  René Has Two Last Names/René Tiene Dos Apellidos   and because as luck would have it - I arrived first and was volunteered to read the Spanish version... And as always I butchered the Spanish language because I don't practice my Spanish enough (Non-Spanish speaking husband, non-Spanish speaking friends and family that understands and speaks English so I speak English 80-90%) Anyways, I digress... The book is about a young boy dealing with two last names and what that means in the United States of America. The teacher in his class decided to not read his last name and only calls on him as Rene Colato instead of Rene Colato Lainez.  The young boy describes it as if only reading one last name completely erases his other side of his family - as if he loses a whole other side of his identity....