Who would you be if not for Love infiltrating, integrating the shadow and the light, reminding you that its Presence is never separate from you, but in every tendon and ligament, grounding you, every flexion and exhale, propelling you, every guttu
Howdyyy 🙈😂 just existing out here! Hope life has been easy on you all. Hope your inner child is laughing and dancing and throwing tantrums! I’m still writing my weekly love letters so let me know if you want to be part of that. I’m ge

EXCERPTS FROM THE OVERLAP

Featured
619A0752.jpg
I'm talking about your body (respectfully)
619A0643.jpg
Messages from my past lives
I think I'm homesick...
I think I'm homesick...
IMG_3903.jpg
A conversation with 20-year-old Fran about her wedding day

GET TO KNOW ME ON YOUTUBE

HEY THERE, IT’S FRANI!

I’m creating gentle spaces to share the ways I’m growing.

I’m passionate about exploring and discussing the overlap between trauma-informed mental health and personal style expression.

follow me on instagram:

@franibeard

Who would you be if not for Love infiltrating, integrating the shadow and the light, reminding you that its Presence is never separate from you, but in every tendon and ligament, grounding you, every flexion and exhale, propelling you, every guttu
Howdyyy 🙈😂 just existing out here! Hope life has been easy on you all. Hope your inner child is laughing and dancing and throwing tantrums! I’m still writing my weekly love letters so let me know if you want to be part of that. I’m ge
The poem from yesterday’s letter. 🌝 Sometimes when I write I’m transported back into time. I remember things that my body was protecting me from until the right moment. While I wasn’t able to reflect on some of the themes that ca
“I just want to be the softest, most fragile creature! I want to molt down to the most tender skin! I yell, Be careful with me or else!” Shared some old memories in The Overlap today where I have a conversation with my 20 year old self a
just me and my heretical little poems 😇✨ Oh and I finally found a home for my grandmother altar, and it makes sense that it would be where I cook. I know all of my great grandmas would make sure I eat in the same ways my grandmas do, in the same wa