I need to learn to take kindly to being misunderstood. To forget about it, to let people think what they want.
But I guess when a message I’m trying to portray is so important, in my opinion, and so often lost, that’s when I feel the need to make it clear.
Ok, so let me start here:
I share a lot about myself. I put a lot of me out here for you all to read…(and by all of you, I mean you, you…the one who birthed me…hi Mom. Perhaps my one and only avid reader…)
No, seriously though, for anyone else out there, there’s not much about me that I won’t put to words on this blog. But there is one thing I never thought I’d share.
Remember when I complained about my really horrible acne? And everyone gave their advice, from home remedies to cutting food from my…
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The issue I want to rant about today comes to me after a day full of female clients in their mid -late 20s. I like to chat to pass the time, and also to guarantee that though I put them through hell they like me enough to come back next time. We chat about everything from jobs to families to dreams, but there’s one thing we ALWAYS end of talking about: relationships. Girls who don’t have a relationship want one, and girls who have one will put up with all sorts of BS to keep it.
Let me give you a personal example. This summer I got a raise at work, expanded my side business to double what it was a few months before, and lost about 10 lbs. That sounds awesome right?! WRONG. Why? Because I’m officially boyfriend-less, and I’m already feeling the pressure to find another one. Now if I…
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It was not my goal to be an inspiration to other girls, but here I am at the beginning of this enlightenment I am bestowing on the face of beauty standards. I have had multiple females approach me and tell me that I am an inspiration and that they are/ have contemplating/ed shaving their heads too, for different reasons obviously. People come up to me and tell me I could be a model, but as flattering as that sounds the only model I would ever want to be (if any) is a role model for girls in a younger generation or even for women in generations ahead of me to show them being your true self is okay. Is this what it feels like to be a leader and take charge of life- by being an inspiration? Do I really want people to view me, a tiny spec of a…
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One of my favorite shirts that C owns is a bright pink Ralph Lauren polo. The shirt itself has sentimental meaning to me as it is a gift from a close friend.
Throughout his life, thus far, C has been mistaken for a girl only 4 times. All of those times were the days in which he was wearing his pink polo. Now I know that everyone’s child is mistaken for the opposite sex, at some point. I also don’t have a problem with people thinking my son is a girl. With that being said, it is interesting to me how people respond when they seem C in pink:
- A little girl on the playground came up and asked me if C was a boy or a girl. I told her that he is a boy and she said “but he’s wearing PINK.” I love the mind of a child because the next…
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The past few weeks have been rough ones for supporters of abortion rights and women’s reproductive health care. Every week a new deceptively edited video making false claims about Planned Parenthood has been released, and anti-choice politicians eagerly snap them up to feed their grandstanding. Seeing women’s rights under attack is hardly new in an era where politicians are trying to ban abortion after 6 weeks and nearly every clinic in Texas is shutting down, but this coordinated, slimy attack has been demoralizing. In the swirl of sensationalism and political opportunism, women lose, especially low-income women with little access to health care.
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