The things every woman needs to hear

You are beautiful.
You are strong.
You are capable. 
You are worthy.

You need to hear this. 

I want to apologize for society. Society would make you believe you are less than. Society and advertising would have you apologize for your wrinkles by selling you anti-aging creams. They’ll have you be embarrassed by your stretch marks and ashamed that you are not the world’s idea of perfect.

But you should not be made to feel embarrassed.
You do not need anyone’s permission.
You don’t owe anyone an apology.

You are more than likes on an instagram picture.
You are more than followers.
You are more than pouty lips and bedroom eyes.
You are more than a body in scandalous clothing.
You are more than something for people to ogle.
You are more than an object.

You are owed an apology because society has failed to show you who you really are.

You are beautiful
From the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You are GAWGEOUS. The things you’re worried about? Your stretch marks, your wrinkles, your belly…no one notices that. What people notice? Your smile. Your warmth. The way you light up a room. Your passion. Beauty radiates from within you. Your flaws are beautiful. 
You are every bit as beautiful as you believe you are. 

You are strong
Strong minds. Strong bodies. Strong hearts. Maybe you don’t lift weights or maybe you don’t lift the heaviest weights in the gym, but you are strong. Everyday you make decisions that have an impact on a wealth of people–the strength to do that–the courage–is no joke. You are strong for you, for your family, for your friends, for life. You are so strong that you can show your emotions openly. You take risks by expressing your ideas and going after your dreams. You are made from an invisible steel that is seen and admired by everyone. 
You are every bit as strong as you believe you are.

You are capable
You get shit done. There is no task too large and no assignment too daunting because you are capable. You have the ability and the drive to do what you want to do. What you need to do. You believe in doing it. You understand that sometimes you have to do the things you don’t want to do to get where you need to go but you’re going to do it–BECAUSE YOU CAN. You’re going to be the best person you can possibly be today simply because you are capable of being that person.
You are every bit as capable as you believe you are.

You are worthy
This is important. Everything good that you have earned is yours. You earned it. You are worthy of being told everyday how wonderful you are. You are worthy of self-praise. You are outstanding. You deserve a day off and a bubble bath. You are worthy of those PR’s and pull ups. You are worthy of good things because you woke up today and decided to do the damn thing. Some days are great other days we’re lucky to just make it to the bed and not fall asleep in the hallway on the way to bed, but you did it. 
You are every bit as worthy as you believe you are.

I need you to know these things. 
I need you to believe them.
I need you to wake up everyday and realize that no matter what society is selling you, you’re not in the market for their shit. 

Because there’s whole generations of little girls behind you. Looking at you.
Hoping to grow up to be made of the same invisible steel you are.
Wanting to be
and worthy
just. like. you.

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And one day, they will follow your actions. 
So show who you are.
Show them that they are more.

You are beautiful.
You are strong.
You are capable.
You are worthy.

Comfortable, juicy peaches

Being comfortable in your own skin.
This was a topic that a friend of mine encouraged me to write about last week (two weeks ago? I don’t know. My days are blurring together).

I want to be able to write that everyone should just find the beauty in the thigh dimples, the wrinkles, and the love handles. I want to write that you shouldn’t care about anything and you should just be you and that’s beautiful enough. That’s comfortable enough.

But I can’t. 
Because I don’t live that life everyday. 
Because sometimes, that shit sucks!

Some days, I’m okay with cellulite on my thigh and a sometimes muffin top. Other days, I’m not. Most days, I’m totally okay that I’m halfway to 30. Other days I have a panic attack about it. Some nights, I put on my little black dress and nobody can tell me I’m not gawwwwwgeous. Other nights, I put it on and think, “nah. Let me stay in and wear my sweatpants, this dress is doing nothing for me.” 
I have bad hair days. 
I have bad face days.
I have days where nothing fits.
I have days where everything fits, I just hate the way it looks. 
I have days when slipping into the right pair of Chucks makes me feel beautiful.
Some days I’m Ariel, other days I’m Ursula.

Most days I just feel like I don’t fit into anyone’s standard of beauty.

But Dita Von Teese said once, that “you can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world and there’s still going to be someone that hates peaches.”

hey, girl.

I think that since I started this journey to being a healthier person, it’s helped me realize that I may not like everything about my body. What I like and don’t like will change day to week to month.
But this journey has helped me take hold of those things and embrace them. To feel comfortable with the little things. To impress myself with the ordinary and astound myself with the extraordinary.

I can toss a 65 pound kid over my head.
I can carry all my groceries into the house–at one time.
I may not be able to find jeans that fit my ass, but I can fill out a bodycon dress with my lovely lady lumps.
I have discovered a new line of workwear called: gym clothing chic.
I realized that I’m funny.
I have good friends that get me.
I’m smart. And pretty nerdy. And that’s kind of cool, too.
I have flaws–and I can accept them (finally!)

Yeah, they’re there. But affirming all the good qualities I have makes the bad ones not so glaring and I’m learning that I don’t have to hide them. They are what they are and I am who I am.

And maybe that’s the key to being comfortable: is finding a way to not be uncomfortable. 

After all, this is your body. It’s the only one you get and you’re in it for kind of a long time. Better get used to it. The world will try to tell you to be self-conscious. To worry about the “rules” of beauty and to be the perfect model of whatever everyone thinks beauty is. But people who follow rules are quickly forgotten…but those who break the rules, those are the people we remember. 

Be a rule-breaker. 
Wear white after labor day.
Be your own beautiful. 
Be remembered as a person who was unapologetically comfortable in their own skin and if you don’t like something, change it for y-o-u.

Be your own peach.