Maxine.
If you know me in person and have just arrived at my website, you’re likely wondering:
Why did I click on this link from your Instagram only to be redirected to a woman’s blog?
Why Maxine?
Simple!
My family is absurdly nosy.
She’s the protagonist from my favorite video game: Life is Strange.
In my journey of self-love and discovery, I’ve come to personify the feminine, nourishing parts of my life as a classy little lady named Maxine.
When I take a break from counting calories for bodybuilding and powerlifting to indulge in a giant sundae with extra caramel that further heals me from my old eating disorder, I say I’m feeding Maxine.
When I order the cutest, sweetest drink at a café instead of stoic black coffee, I say it’s for Maxine.
When I don a pink hoodie for the gym and listen to sapphic pop music while I squat hundreds of pounds, I say it’s Maxine’s leg day.
Not-Maxine has a barely approachable resting thousand-yard stare and numerous cuts and bruises from weightlifting.
Maxine has an endearing smile and tries her best not to constantly wear all black.
Not-Maxine meal preps white rice with low-fat ground turkey and perfectly calculated grams of carbs and protein.
Maxine eats ice cream every day.
Both are equally real, valid, growing, healing, and contributing to all that I am.
She’s me and I’m her, simple nourishment of all things masculine and feminine.
In the spirit of growth and reflection, she’s the perfect face for this journal needing a touch of anonymity.