My First NEDA Walk

Last weekend I participated in my first NEDA walk!


It was also the first time that the National Eating Disorder Association organised a walk in my area, so it was great to see that so many others joined in! I really enjoyed being actively engaged with my local community and out there advocating for myself and ED recovery.


David and Jethro were there too!


Actually, at some point, we ended up walking by ourselves because we stopped to take pictures!


It ended up being a nice family walk, and in way, it was perfect. Those are the guys that support me daily!



All in all, a great experience. I’ll definitely be going back next year. Have you ever participated in an awareness walk? I’d love to hear about it!



Change of Plans!

So, looks like I have to postpone Travel Lessons Week for a few days. I’m not feeling well and getting some rest is my first priority. I don’t want to rush any of the content I share here, so we’ll resume Travel Lessons next week! But I do have one or two posts saved away, so it won’t be silent around here! Thank you thank you thank you for being patient with me!!


Travel Lessons Week

Earlier this spring, David and I headed abroad for our belated honeymoon! During our three weeks in Europe, we made stops in Vienna, Salzburg, Balzano, Venice and England. It was a fun and revitalizing trip and I felt like each place revealed something special to me. So, why not share?!


Welcome to Travel Lessons Week!  I’ll be featuring a different city every day this week, along with valuable lessons I’ve learned along the way. We’ll be heading to Vienna tomorrow! Hope to see you there!



Let’s talk about self care. Or in this case, selfie care.


Selfies get such a bad rep. Frivolous! Vain! A hobby for self obsessed youths! *shakes fist in air* Sure, sometimes they are, but I find selfies fascinating. The process of self portraiture is, and has always been, about exploration, identity and realization. Or at least it usually is if we’re talking about fine art.


For some reason the rule doesn’t apply to selfies. Perhaps because selfies themselves are so readily accessible? Anyone can make one and most everyone does. But does a self portrait’s credibility rely on who makes it? Or how often they’re being made? Or why they’re being made at all? Does it even matter?!


Ugh. All the questions! Long story short, it’s all subjective. Here’s my opinion on the matter: Anything that allows someone to be seen on their own terms is good. Women being in control of their own image is good. Forming community is good (just look at @effyourbeautystandards). Representation in numbers challenges social stigmas, and that’s just fucking awesome.


Taking selfies has become part of my daily self care. They allow me to slow down, be present, and connect with my body. I first started posting selfies on Instagram a few years ago, with the hashtag #studioselfieseries. What initially began as OOTD posts has become a personal documentation of body acceptance. I truly believe taking selfies expedited the peaceful relationship I currently have with my body.  Not bad for a few iphone photos.


You can find me, and #studioselfieseries, on Instagram as: thespacewetake.

So, how do you feel about selfies? I’d love to hear all about it!


Meet the Paynters

Hey there! Today’s post is quick and snappy, just to introduce you to my family and reintroduce myself!


So, my name is Kate, I’m thirty and at any given time you can find me blissfully nerding out to (in no particular order):

– living history and art museums – my collection of antique fashion plates and quilt samples -Louisa May Alcott and “Little Women” – antiquing and rummage/yard/garage/estate sales – the Salem Witch Trials – Gibson Girls and Edwardian ladies – Harry Potter. Always. – The Monkees -Bread and Puppet Theatre – Broadway show tunes – flower gardening and photography – Gilmore Girls. Copper boom.


I married my best friend, David, in September 2014. David is kind and supportive, super funny and clever to boot.   He’s originally from the UK and we met shortly after he started his post-doc in climate science at Princeton, about seven years ago. He’s happiest outside and loves nature photography, cycling and hiking. He’s even coaxed me up a mountain or two! David and I adopted our dog, Jethro in February 2014. Jethro is a beagle/cattledog mix and a huge cuddle bug/sock thief. They’ll both be showing up a lot here on the blog.


The three of us live in Hopewell, New Jersey. It’s a small town with a great library and killer pizza. I mean, what else do you really need??  Our house is slightly countrified, but still close enough to all the essentials, which is how we like it. Princeton University is a stone’s throw away, and we’re about and hour train ride from both New York and Philly.

And a quick note about the blog!  Throughout the month of June, I’ll be experimenting with the schedule of the blog, but my goal is to post a few times a week. I’m thinking maybe Monday, Thursday and Saturday? Maybe some videos coming your way too! We’ll have to see what works best! Hope to see you again soon!



The Big Question

I have a question I ask myself daily. It’s a broad question, and my answer varies depending on the day, but I always try to ask it of myself regardless of. It actually started as a different question that someone had asked me years ago, and I couldn’t let go of it. (Have I lost you yet? Stick with me! Stick with me!)

It was asked by my (former) therapist on my first day of recovery. I had made the decision to start treatment for my eating disorder about 10 years after I had started binging, and on this first day, I was deeply ashamed and terrified at the prospect of speaking openly with a stranger. After sitting in silence for the first ten minutes of our session, she asked, “Kate, are you aware of how small you’re trying to make yourself?”

I couldn’t answer. The truth was, I wasn’t aware. I had very little concept of what my body was doing in space at all.  I didn’t even know what day it was. The purpose of binging, for me, was to numb myself out, to disconnect myself from my body, from past failures, from insecurities, from my life. After a few minutes, she presented me with a hand mirror up so that I could observe myself. It was painful to see.  I was sitting on my hands, elbows tucked into my ribcage. I was folded over at the waist so that my chest was resting on top of my knees. I had pressed myself up against the arm of the sofa. I was literally trying to make myself as small as possible. I was wholly unwilling to take up space.

The concept of how much space I take continues to come up for me during my recovery- not just with my body, but with my voice, my advocacy, my interests, the love I show others and the love I believe I’m worthy to receive. So, this question has become:

How much space am I willing to take?

Aha! (See, we got there eventually.) So that’s the driving force behind this blog! This is a space that celebrates the question that has made my life full again. I need a space to be creative and loving and open. I don’t think I’m alone in this. I also wanted to have an outlet to speak openly about recovery, mental health, self care, body positivity and acceptance. It is my intention to make this blog an inclusive and supportive space.  I continue to be inspired by so many others like me who face social stigmas about our bodies, our advocacy, our self worth. But conversation challenges these stigmas. By living our lives fully, by taking up space with every part of ourselves, we can challenge the structures that been built to hold us back.

Taking space can be whatever you want it to be. This is my version, and I’d love to share it with you.