For me, that voice has a name: .
A hot bath? A long letter to an old friend? A donut? A nap in a patch of sunlight? To say “no” to one more obligation? carla craves
What if Carla craves a crisp pickle because her body needs electrolytes? What if she craves a solo dance party in the living room because her spirit needs to shake loose the week’s stress? What if she craves a bold red lip on a Tuesday morning because ordinary days deserve a little armor? For me, that voice has a name:
Carla craves. And for the first time in a long time, I’m listening. carla craves
I ate three. Standing up. No plate. No shame.