About Alice
Hi, I’m Alice. And yes — I’m a man.
Some days I’m all pastel softness in yoga pants and a clingy top.
Some days I’m padded, puffy, and grinning anyway, tote bag bouncing at my side.
Most days, I’m a mix of both.
I didn’t plan this life. A military accident years ago left me broken in ways I didn’t even understand at first. My body gave out. My bladder too. I ended up incontinent, scarred, and ashamed. I told myself no one could ever see me like that.
For a long time, I hid.
I hated the diapers. I hated myself.
I stopped believing I deserved to be seen.
And then… yoga found me. Or maybe I found it.
Breath by breath, pose by pose, yoga gave me back my body. Not fixed, not perfect — but mine again. I learned I could bend and stretch without breaking. I learned I could be soft and strong.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped apologizing for the diapers. I started choosing the ones that made me smile — pastel, puffy, even babyish sometimes. It was like saying: If I have to wear this, I might as well make it mine.
That tiny shift cracked something open.
I began to dress with intention. First to get through the day. Then to feel okay. And now? To celebrate.
This blog is me celebrating.
It’s me living out loud, even when I’m scared.
It’s me saying: I’m here. In yoga pants, in diapers, in softness and strength.
If you’re carrying your own fire, your own thing you think makes you unworthy — I want you to hear this: you are worthy. Every hidden piece. Every part you were taught to be ashamed of.
I’m Alice. Proudly padded. Softly confident.
And I’m done hiding.
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