The Flavored Word

with Shauna Gabriel

Candid essays and unfiltered podcast conversations about reinvention, resilience, and the messy beauty of becoming. Sharp, honest, and sometimes delightfully snarky, it’s not polished self‑help; it’s real life with flavor.

The Flavored Word

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Embrace the Chaos: Why I Relate to Catwoman’s Complexity

Catwoman embodies elegance and danger while refusing to apologize for her fierce nature. So, yea … I’m a fan.
All That I Cannot Undo (and don’t want to)

My life is the sum of every choice I couldn’t undo — and every lesson I refused to ignore along the way.
What if You Could Use Your Thoughts Like Magic

I dress like this all the time, so of course I have recent photos like this 🪄 (… ’tis the season🎃🐈‍⬛)
Why My Eating Disorder Made Me Terrified of Other Women

This episode delves into the hidden impact of eating disorders on social dynamics and personal connections. It includes reflections on how every woman…
The Book I’ve Kept Since Childhood

A worn copy of this book has followed me through every version of myself, reminding me that “gold” isn’t meant to stay forever…
My Most Bizarre Travel “Wellness” Experience

I signed up for beach vinyasa in the Florida Keys and ended up doing the Macarena in the sand. Not my worst travel…
Sylvia Plath

You must be willing to rewrite your narrative despite uncertainties and internal barriers. Sylvia Plath’s fig-tree metaphor symbolizes the struggle of indecision when…
Why Recovering from an Eating Disorder Didn’t Fix How I Saw Myself

It all began with a formative comment from a teacher, in the eighth grade. The first of a five-episode series drawn from real…
Navigating Mental Health: Beyond Success Stories

In honor of National Mental Health Awareness Month, I am sharing an ongoing personal journey addressing the complexities and lingering challenges of recovery…
How to Give an Insult in Pig Latin

Thanks to my grandmother, I can mutter an entire paragraph of insults without anyone else having a clue (and I don’t clean dishes…