Live Fully Alive
 

Intuitive Living for the Modern Woman

 
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Wake Up. Find Your Voice. Become Fully Alive.

 
 
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I asked y'all what you thought about being needy... And it put many of you in the fetal position. Literally someone said they would rather die than ask for something they needed. So guess what we'll be talking about on the SHOW today? ▶️NEEDS◀️ And hopefully you leave with some permission to be a little needy. 1:00PM CST on Facebook 🌞LINK IS IN THE BIO 🌞
ME TOO. This body. This sweet body. But here's the crazy part. It look me until late last night to post, me too. Even though just this past weekend I was out with a group of girlfriends and a random guy who came near us dancing grabbed my butt. "Wow, look at that big ass. Oh baby, I didn't mean anything by it you know you're gorgeous. I bet you're a bad girl. I bet you like it dirty..." and I will stop there because what he said next was too appalling even for me to write. I thought people would say..."well you must have asked for it." Or "stop being dramatic." Or "boys will be boys." Or "lighten up, he's just joking." If I wrote "me too", I'm now an outspoken feminist who will just be written off. And to top it off, I haven't been raped. Or as my friend Chelsea said, "I haven't been egregiously assaulted and, frankly, what woman hasn't been catcalled, verbally harassed by acquaintances, pressured by a partner, and/or groped by a stranger? That's literally everyone." --- That's literally the point. --- I cried for about an hour last night recounting all the times those things happened to me. By friends. Lovers. Strangers. My heart is broken seeing the multitude of "me too's" and sadly not surprised one bit. Y'all we have some work to do. Men you have some work to do. And it starts with apologies. Women we have some work to do. This is ridiculous.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I walked out of bed this morning. I was wearing my favorite lacy bamboo cotton shorts. Cellulite. That's what I instantly saw. And I can't pretend it's not there. It is. But I get to decide what that means. And after a little internal pep talk I remembered. My softness is beautiful. I deserve to take up space and let my body be seen. I don't live my life to have rockhard abs or chiseled features or zero cellulite. I move my body, I lift weights, I walk so that I can keep up with my life and have energy to enjoy it. And that part of my life is a success. I have energy for life. I am strong. My muscles kick ass. But I jiggle. I wiggle. I'm dimply. And I'm striped like a tiger. Today I accept my softness. In all it's rolls. Peaks and valleys. And choose to keep wearing those shorts.