

First, I had to unwind the hurt and resentment towards my mother with whom I had a relationship that was alternately close and distant, sweet and painful — and forever spiraling into resentment . But unwinding the resentment meant going to the core of it — what I believed about myself — and how those beliefs expressed themselves in my relationship with my body, food and my mother.
Love, Finally is both a memoir and a romp through what keeps us stuck and judging ourselves. It is about understanding that we see the world through our wounds, not as it really is — and that it is possible for me, for you, for anyone, to take off the distorted lenses and to live fully. Finally.