It’s okay to let someone take care of you sometimes.
Seems almost silly to even say this out loud, but to all of you crazy independent heretics who are right there with me working daily to take over the world, it’s okay to let someone take care of you now and then.
For my entire adult life I’ve always worked hard to NEVER need anyone. Part of my insane proactive nature is to be super prepared and never need anyone to help me with anything…
This is something I’ve completely flipped and adjusted professionally… Hiring a staff and letting them be there for me is a must and something I’ve always been okay with. BUT in my personal life… Not so much.
I suck at letting anyone see me vulnerable.
Continue reading “Being Vulnerable”
NEWSFLASH: You’re allowed to feel pretty and you’re allowed to share a photo of yourself that you like simply because you like it.
It doesn’t have to meet anyone’s standards or fit within the guidelines of what anyone else thinks is appropriate.
It’s your life.
It’s your body.
You can be smart
and a massive boss
all while still being sexy
All. At. The. Same. Time.
You don’t have to trade one for the other, EVER. Continue reading “You’re Allowed to Feel Pretty”
Be willing to do the inner work, the deep healing work.
I mean looking under every rock, under every excuse you’ve ever made, under every lie you’ve ever told, under every pattern you’ve ever repeated, on every ounce of self-doubt or fear or negative thought you have about yourself. It means looking under every moment that sticks out to you at all.
It’s listening to your inner voice while being self-aware enough to recognize when your subconscious is trying to battle you with intentions that no longer serve you and then being willing to shine a flashlight into the darkness and uncover why.
It’s not pretty. Continue reading “True Freedom”
You can be sexy AND smart AND interesting AND sought after without being a chameleon.
I watch so many women mold to what they “think” a guy wants them to be and it kills me that people think this is the way to find happiness.
Ladies— I hate to break it to you but you can’t keep up the charade forever. Eventually, you’ll start being who you really are under the mask and pretend hobbies and fake interests and then your man will look at you like “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?”
Continue reading “Don’t Pretend”
You grow up seeing what is possible by observing your surroundings. You see what’s “okay” or “normal” to have and that’s what you strive to achieve. Maybe it’s a little bit of your own variation but typically, it is super similar to what you’ve seen created around you.
And there is nothing wrong with that, nothing at all.
But what if you’re that little girl who not only daydreamed about an extraordinary life but also somehow knew that it was actually possible?
Continue reading “Growing Up”
You’re allowed to be proud of your body.
In fact, you SHOULD be proud of your own body. Especially if it’s something you’ve had to fight to build.
You see, I’ve always been the skinny girl. Like unhealthily skinny. I wasn’t unhappy with the way I looked but I didn’t feel good…ever.
Yep, I was sick almost every day.
And the doctors told me that was just something I would have to deal with… along with an old knee injury that would flare up from time to time and a lower back injury that hurt me everyday.
Just something I would have to live with? I think not. Continue reading “Be Proud of Your Body”
“Because despite all the IG posts and feel good hashtags, you know you’re a fucking failure.”
That’s a line out of the the latest love letter from my stalker I received recently. This same woman has been creating fake accounts and email addresses for years to try and get to me.
It started years ago when I took a permanent stance as the woman on the arm of a “local celebrity” that she thought was supposed to be hers. From numerous letters in the mail, to texts from ghost numbers, to calls at my old place of employment telling me that she found my dog on the side of the highway, to over 20 fake social media accounts created in order to keep tabs on me, you name it… she’s done it.
When this email came through, I literally laughed out loud. Then instantly moved it into the folder labeled “stalkers” I have in my inbox that holds all of the hate mail I have received over the years. Continue reading “My Stalker”