A lot weird, a little rock with grandma like tendencies, including crocheting and baking while watching Miracle on 34th Street, and fucking awesome...in an unstable kind of way.

My first and preferably not last. I spent 12 years of my life suffering yet living with bulimia and anorexia. After discovering yoga, I reached a need for not just emotional healing, but physical healing as well. I quit work and ended up spending 6 month of my life as a 25 year old in a residential treatment program. After getting out, moving to Portland, OR and getting my shit together I decided to reward myself with a tattoo which represents my recovery as well as my chamorro heritage.