🍪 Welcome to Snack Sized Healing
It all begins with an idea.
How I’m healing a heaping buffet of trauma - one snack sized step at a time.
Hi, I’m Heather—and this isn’t a comeback story. Not yet.
After years of abandoning myself - trying to starve, shrink, and perfect myself in a myriad of ways - after powering through and ignoring my own wants and needs just to be liked, or at least not disliked - I have had enough. This is my attempt to come back home to my body—and to myself. Not for a before-and-after photo. Not to impress my inner critic. Not for anyone else's approval. But because my body is tired, my nervous system is fried, and frankly? I don’t even know if I’ve ever really, truly felt at home in my own body. I am hungry for healing and to get to know the real Heather.
Snack Sized Healing is the result of years of therapy (still ongoing, of course), reading, and lived experience recovering from an eating disorder. It’s part blog, part self-led science experiment, part love letter to every part of me that’s still healing. The premise is simple: what if I stop waiting to be “fixed” and start taking bite-sized steps towards the person I want to be instead?
So here’s what to expect:
A menu of the tools I’m using that are designed to help me re-regulate my nervous system,
Snarky commentary on diet culture, grief, trauma, and the impossible pressure to heal gracefully,
And honest reflections on what it means to actually take care of myself when life doesn’t stop falling apart.
I’ll be tracking tiny habits—like drinking water, taking my meds, and going for short daily walks with my husband Jose. I’ll share what’s helping—and what’s just giving ✨wellness influencer✨ energy without delivering real results.
If you’re here for curated vulnerability, radical permission to rest, and healing that doesn’t look cute on a vision board… welcome. Pull up a chair and let’s have a snack.
P.S. You can expect posts to be equal parts science, sass, and self-reflection. Sometimes they’ll be deep. Sometimes just a snack!