Through this body

On embodiment, aging, and living a life too big for body judgment

I’ve been coming to Ocracoke since I was a little girl.

When I remember this island, it’s my body that remembers. It remembers riding my bike down roads with the sounds of island birds in my ears. It remembers long walks on the beach with the feeling of ocean breezes on my skin. It remembers kayaking across still water, hearing the water lapping the side…