Hello. My name is Mara Glatzel, and this is my site.
I am a 27-year-old woman living on the tip of Cape Cod, Massachusetts with my sweetheart, C. I recently completed a masters program in Clinical Social Work, with a trauma specialization. During my two clinical internships, I worked best with clients who were absolutely positive upon entering my office that they fucking hated being in therapy.
I’m a pretty fantastic hula hooper. I love absolutely anything that mixes bright colors with stripes + polka dots, yes both. I eat kale and cookies for breakfast with equal measure.
I often get accused of being a bit of a dark-side-dweller, and I must admit, I am truly fascinated by how people behave when they think no one else is looking. I believe that anything is possible. I also believe that you construct your reality with the language that you use to describe it.
I started Medicinal Marzipan as a place to connect with others people who loved to talk about body image, healing, and living a life that they weren’t quite sure they deserved yet, though I suspected, at the time, that I was the only one. I met C in September 2008, fell madly, truly, deeply in love. Wrote about the double shame of feeling like I was too smart to hate my body so much, and why texting is deeply problematic. I asked C to move to Vieques, Puerto Rico with me for the winter inappropriately early in our relationship – took a huge chance – and she said yes. At this time, I was also one half of a go-go hula hoop duo called Flo Hoops, a waitress, and the kitchen manager of a catering company.
I started working consciously on manifesting my dream life, which, for me, included getting married, having this site viable for me to be able to work for myself, and learning to love what is. I wrote one of MM’s most highly read posts – Is it OK For Me to Check my Girlfriend’s Email? C and I got swine flu, which was really, wretchedly awful. We went back to Vieques for the second winter. I worked as a waitress in a phenomenally awesome Italian restaurant, as a cab driver, in a hula hoop factory in my living room, and at a vineyard.
C told me that she would marry me if I went to grad-school, oh-so-sneakily thinking that would buy her some time. The next day, I applied to five social work programs. I got in.
The year I discovered twitter. Seriously, this changed everything around here. I decided to quit suffering and start living joyfully, best decision ever. C and I got engaged – YIP! I moved to Boston to start a clinical social work program, stripped down to my skivvies for a good cause, took part in a virtual dance party, and explicitly addressed the silver lining of my sexual trauma history here on MM.
I wrote the Marzipan Manifesto, told you it’s OK for you (and me) to have everything that you want, and was gifted tickets to an Adele concert after staying up all night praying for a heavy dose of body-loving inspiration. I wrote this post that I am particularly proud of for International No Diet day. I went to DC and talked to some serious big wigs about what is wrong with the war on obesity, and why telling people to just eat the the correct servings of things! and drink water! doesn’t really help. I stood up straight, gave myself space, and believed in every word I said.
I woke up in January, and realized that, as thinking about searching for jobs in my field of study was zapping all of my joy and energy, I needed to do something differently. So, instead of looking for a job, I developed a Self-Love Coaching practice to serve people who are truly ready to step up and grab the life of their dreams with two hands. My bottom-line philosophy is that you can achieve absolutely anything that you set your mind if you’re willing to think outside the box, give yourself permission to step into the life you’ve imagined, and dig deep to believe that you deserve it.
C + I got married June 9th.
Questions? I’ll answer (almost) anything – hit me up in the comments.