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Happy Tuesday! To continue with the body positivity discussions we've been having, I want to talk about stretch marks.
Stretch marks, tiger stripes, whatever you want to call them: don't be ashamed. I honestly write this, laying in bed, looking at my stretch marks, willing myself to love them. Most days I do, they're beautiful, they show the life I've lived and remind me that my skin is tough and strong. But some days I wish they weren't here. Even in today's body-positivity culture, it's still rare that you see stretch marks. It's funny even, because I see other women's and I think they're stunning, but I look at mine and I poke and prod with disdain.
When I was in high school and I finished growing, I found myself getting tons of stretch marks, seemingly overnight. They were on my stomach and my thighs mostly, so I was thankful I could cover them up. That wasn't a thing then, to have stretch marks. Those were reserved for mom's who had carried children. Now I'm not a small girl, I'm not real big, but I ain't real small either. But those stretch marks just made it all worse for me. I thought I was unhealthy and overweight because of them, I mean, none of my skinny friends had them.
But one day I realized that it wasn't about that, it was simply how I was built and how my skin tends to move. Recently I've struggled with my weight fluctuating again. It's been really hard on me. I looked in the mirror the other day and saw a new stretch mark had appeared on my arm. I cried. How had I let myself get to this place?
When things like that happen it makes me want to crawl into bed and eat my feelings away, but I know that will only make it worse. So instead I prayed for God to help me see me the way He sees me. I've been pleasantly surprised at how every time I look in the mirror since then, I see beauty and strength. I see a fierce warrior who is fighting many battles right now and her body is just trying to keep up with it.
Guys, girls, your stretch marks are beautiful love, embrace them.
Say it out loud and re-affirm it. You are stunning and your stretch marks are just an incredible part of you. Remind yourself of that whenever you look at them.
Last week @yahtzio – Brent – told me not to hide sassy Riley anymore and well, he's getting what he asked for because I have some really important stuff to say. 👏🏻
Warning: this article has a lot more language than I usually use, so be careful if reading out loud in front of children. Also this isn't a man or a woman thing. Everyone is doing this and everyone needs to stop.
First of all, I usually don't get in the middle of controversial things, as bad as I want to, I'm trying to build an audience and not have them hate me so... BUT. Some things I cannot just stand by and not say. So ya, I might not always pull out sassy Riley, but in this instance, here she comes. Buckle up buttercup.
First, Patty B wrote a wonderful article on women's empowerment and what it means to support others. It's beautifully done and you should definitely read it!
Second, I watched the new Taylor Swift documentary: Miss Americana and witnessed the girl behind Taylor Swift.
Third, I watched Demi Lovato slay the National Anthem and receive an immense amount of praise on the internet after she overdosed in 2018.
Fourth, I watched the Super Bowl halftime show with Shakira and Jennifer Lopez and then witnessed the internet blow up.. and not in a good way.
1. If you have nothing nice to say, keep it to yourself.
2. These women are all real people with real feelings. Think about your own daughters, wives, sisters, mothers and grandmothers before you go and judge them.
3. You have a right to your opinion and I have a right to mine, I'm already agreeing to disagree. So that's that.
4. Would you want someone rounding up all of your actions and words and putting them on a pedestal for all of the world to see, judge and criticize? No? Ok. So don't be that person.
5. Before you write any of this off as wrong because it's not your opinion, remember that it's perfectly okay to receive new information or information in a different way and then form a new opinion. Nobody's going to think you're wishy washy. It's part of being an adult- opinions are allowed to change.
Alrighty then, let's make something clear: this world has a shaming problem. Like a serious issue. This “cancel-culture” that we live in is toxic and brutal. We march and chant that we want equal rights and love and all of these things, but we sit behind our phone and let our thumbs tell the whole world everything we hate about other people. Our love is conditional. Our “equal rights” are conditional. Our support is conditional.
CANCEL A PERSON?! Are you freaking kidding me? That is a person who is pouring their heart and soul into living an extraordinary life and you want to cancel them because they did something you don't agree with.
You are not God. You are not the king of the world. You don't get to tell someone to go kill themselves or their dreams. That is not okay. At all. Like ever.
Now sidebar: I will recognize that shaming applies to both men and women, but unfortunately it happens much more often to women, especially those in a powerful or influential position. BUT- it's not just men that shame women, women shame women as well. This entire argument/article is not propaganda for any type of group or anything. I am not anti anyone, I am anti-being an ass.
You see, the problem comes down to this: we don't like what we can't have and our insecurities and principles get interweaved to the point where we cannot tell them apart.
We demonize words, warp them into labels and slap them on the foreheads of those we are jealous of; those we are intimated by. We take our anger out on people who we can't physically touch, so it must not hurt them?? But then it doesn't stop there, we eventually take it to the people we do day to day life with because somewhere along the line we decided that it feels good to put others down.
Like I mentioned, I watched the new Taylor Swift documentary:
Now, I myself have rolled my eyes and talked crap about her alongside most of the world. And although I may not agree with her on every level about every little thing, I need to cut that shit out. We all need to. That documentary, which I highly recommend watching, reminded me that she is a real person with real insecurities and feelings. Just because she is in the spotlight does not mean that anyone has the right to tear her apart or ridicule her. If people knew everything I've ever said and done, I would 1000% be torn apart as well, but that doesn't mean that I'd be immune to it. It would still hurt like hell.
Taylor alongside most men and women have been:
This article isn't a personal vendetta for me, but I will admit that I have been shamed by WOMEN & MEN as a singer, songwriter, writer, business owner and general human. I think we all have honestly. I know what it feels like to be called a bitch or bossy because I was trying to make sure my group got a good grade on their project. I've been called a slut for things I've worn. I've been told to get off the stage because I'm slutty and I've been told to get off the stage because I'm a prude. I've been told to cover up and I've been told to take it off. I've been told I'm too skinny and I've been told I'm too fat. I've been told I'm too noisy and I've been told I'm too quiet.
Each of those words, the ones we wince at, bitch, slut, whore- they're just actually groupings of letters that we decided were going to be insults. There is no such thing as any of those words.
Well, you decided that she was being rude and that's the label our society has given to “rude” and “pushy” women.
Is she actually being rude or did she just turn you down?
Is she actually being rude or did she just say something that made you uncomfortable because it was true?
Well, you don't like what she's wearing or how she's acting and based off of those two things you decided to slap a label on her that our society has deemed an acceptable “punishment” for women that don't act the way we want them to.
Is she actually being provocative or are you jealous of her body?
Is she actually being provocative or can you not control your mind?
Is she actually being provocative or do you envy her confidence?
When you speak unkindly about others and try and slap labels on them about who you think they are, you're the only one that looks dumb. Because really, it's a heart issue. It comes down to you having to tear someone else down to make yourself feel better.
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First of all: SHE FREAKING KILLED IT. Probably the best National Anthem performance I've ever heard in my life.
Second:
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Demi publicly proclaimed this ten years ago. A year and a half ago, Demi almost lost her life to a drug overdose. She has been suicidal, in an out of rehab and struggling with confidence her entire career- aka her entire life. She's been in the industry since she was a baby and has never known anything except for constant criticism and shaming.
Last night people all around the world came together to praise her for overcoming her issues and for achieving her dreams.
So then why only a few hours later did those same people come together to literally spit on two other incredible women who rocked their performances?
I can GUARANTEE that if Demi had been wearing a short dress or skirt that she would've been shamed instead of praised. Nobody would've seen that dream or her overcoming issues, all they would've seen is the outfit. Because we're conditional. We love conditionally- but in the name of “unconditional love” masked by our desperate attempts to “just try and help” because apparently we are everyone else's self-proclaimed “saviors”.
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That meme in a nutshell summarizes my frustration.
The double standard that has been set between men and women and honestly, between certain types of women.
People all over the earth flooded to the internet to express their disdain for these beautiful, powerhouse, mothers who literally worked their asses off to put on a once-in-a-lifetime show, yet drooled over a male who showed off his body last year.
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It goes right back to that conditional love we have for others and ourselves. It's not real love, it's fake. It's commercialized, demonized and ridiculed and it is pure bullshit.
The truth of the matter is this:
We are powerful, strong, capable human beings.
We should be building each other up and looking at the person within.
We should take a whole person into consideration before we go to judge them.
Then we should stop judging them because nobody is perfect.
We should be empowering not shaming.
Regardless of what you believe.
Regardless of which political party you associate yourself with.
Regardless of what you're passionate about.
Regardless of religion- and Christian's, I'm talking to you – I saw a lot of judgement and hate from you last night which absolutely broke my heart. If you truly believe that God created every one of us with our unique bodies and skillsets, you wouldn't be spitting on these women with your words. These are beautiful, strong, powerful and incredible and you just made yourself and Christianity look really bad. It's totally your prerogative to turn off the television if you feel tempted or uncomfortable by a performance, but to be so unbelievably nasty about someone's culture, body and talent- not okay. We are called to love everyone unconditionally. It's none of your business how someone chooses to live their life but it's 1000% your business to love people and be the hands and feet of Jesus to them.
The conditional love (political party, body type, career, personality, etc.) it's got to stop- on all sides.
If you don't agree with someone, be kind and then walk away.
Because at the end of the day, you can plant a seed, but shouting your way into their mind is never going to change it. But kindness, kindness always wins.
As some of you may know, I got really interested in what human trafficking is and how it is effecting our society back in high school. I even helped start an organization: 6:8, it was run completely by high school students and was created to help raise awareness in youth groups and schools about human trafficking and sex slavery. Throughout that process I learned so much. One of the facts that I learned was that the Super Bowl is one of the most trafficked events of the year. It’s awful, it’s disgusting and it’s horrible. If I had any wifi last night I probably would’ve posted something about it, but I didn’t.
As I was scrolling just now I saw a post about how the halftime show was foreplay and pornography for the men at the Super Bowl. The post proceeded to go on to say that the halftime show is the reason that men then go out and pay to rape women.
FIRST OF ALL, that is victim shaming at its WORST. You just said that it is the fault of the performers, that men left the Super Bowl last night and went to go pay for sex?
My heart breaks for the women and children who are being trafficked. It’s absolutely vile and disgusting. But the people who are taking part in the trafficking and paying to rape these people- it is THEIR choice and THEIR fault. They are making the CONSCIOUS decision to leave that building, find a person who is trafficking other HUMANS, PAY them to have sex with them and then proceed to LITERALLY INSERT their body parts into that trafficked human.
You're telling me that J Lo & Shakira- two MOTHERS- one of which had her daughter on stage to perform as well, verbally coerced those men into taking ALL of those steps last night?!
If you cannot handle what you KNOW you’re going to see, do not watch it. Do not go. Go get a friggin soft pretzel and eat it in the hallway.
If you cannot watch something without having to rape someone, you have bigger fish to fry and you best not even put yourself in public scenarios.
You might as well get your phone, wallet, tv, keys- any potential gateway to the outside world taken away, because you have zero self control and seek out people to take advantage of.
Temptation is EVERYWHERE.
Sex is EVERYWHERE.
It is NOT anyone’s fault but yours if you choose to do something that horrendous.
Oh my stars I’m seeing red right now.
If you want to truly stop trafficking, start praying for people’s hearts and minds to change.
Be kind to people and show them love.
Educate yourself on the signs of trafficking and report things when you see them.
Be safe and stay aware.
Do not take part or buy into the companies that support it.
Support businesses that sell hand made goods and products made by women rescued from trafficking.
But do not tell me that it is Shakira and Jennifer Lopez’s fault that men, women and children were raped last night.
And for those of you who say it’s spiked because of the halftime show, if that was the case, wouldn’t it be every football game? There’s always performers- aka cheerleaders- who also perform and dance. What about them? No. It’s the people. It’s the hearts. It’s the excessive amount of alcohol and lack of self control.
Happy Monday! We are back at the week and ready to go! — well, after our coffee. 😅 So remember how I mentioned I'd be talking about all types of love this month? Well today I want to talk about body imperfections and how we view them. I promise this will only take a quick sec...
Ok first of all, if you have dimples I already love you! I think they're the cutest things ever. Second: bodily imperfections aren't real. But what about moles/zits/freckles/dimples/deformities, aren't those imperfections? Well maybe by societal standards. But they're really not imperfections. Because...
It doesn't exist. Never has, never will.
adjective
“having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.”
You were born with exactly what you needed to be you. Even if you were born “different” to what society has coined “the perfect body”, you were born perfect because you have everything you need to be you. That's really all there is to it.
I am so over the whole body positivity movement but only because it's gotten so skewed. The original campaign to love your body no matter what and to appreciate it through thick and thin is awesome, but we've gotten away from that.
So here's the deal: regardless of your BMI, if you have hair or not, if you have a ton of freckles, the color of your skin, or if you were born without all 10 fingers and toes, you are perfect because you are in existence. Your body is beautiful and it was perfectly crafted to carry and be a vessel for your soul and heart and spirit. Embrace it!
It sounds vain, I know. But loving yourself starts with understanding the parts of you that you don't love. Take a second to examine your body and be honest with yourself about what you don't like and why. Take a few minutes to then compliment those things. Sometimes you have to fake it til ya make it. 💕
Happy Sunday! Ah another day here, another weekend almost done. We have a busy day over here but I did want to take a second to hop on and tell you this:
You have potential. So much potential. Potential you've tapped into and potential you haven't even brushed the surface of.
The beauty of potential is that it doesn't have to be a bad thing.
In fact, it's a really beautiful thing. But to get to that beauty, you have to get through some of the scary stuff.
You have to face your inner demons, your childhood wounds- all of the things you've been avoiding.
You have to tap into those places, do the work, cry the tears, live the messy bits and then dive in head first.
You have to be fearless. Which let me point out, doesn't mean that you have to be completely unafraid, you just need to fear less than the average joe.
You are capable.
You can be fearless.
Stop running.
Face the day and face the life you want to live.
Grab it, take it and go for it.
Fearless doesn't have to be a grand gesture, you don't have to take a massive step today. In fact, sometimes the small steps are bigger than you realize. Take some time to reflect on your life today. What do you want for your life? Are you living it now? What can you do to change that? What is the mindset shift you need to take to change it? Go for it today, be fearless.
“What if someone asks me a question and I don't know the answer and I stutter? Or worse, I talk too much..”
“Everyone else looks so casual. Why did I wear a dress?”
“Who am I supposed to talk to? What if I say something stupid?”
“Ugh I look like an idiot just standing here.”
“Wait did someone say my name? Why are they staring at me like that? Oh gosh. Now I really look stupid.”
“I don't think any of these people like me. They're probably annoyed I'm in their presence.”
“Why did she look at me like that? See how she looked at me? She hates me.”
“Why did I even leave the house tonight? I look so stupid.”
“I could be at home in my pj's watching Netflix.”
“Get off your phone. You look rude. Stop being rude.”
“Wait did she just touch his shoulder as she walked by? She's going to steal him from me.”
“Ugh we should've come up with a signal to leave early. This is awful.”
“Stop stressing out. It's fine... No it's not.”
“Stop stress eating potato chips, you're already fat enough.”
“Why are they staring at me? Shoot did they say something?”
“Crisis averted, pizza's here.”
“Crap, do I take one or two pieces? What if they think I'm a pig?”
“Dammit, last slice, I can't take it. What if someone else wants it?”
“Why do I have to be so awkward. I haven't said two words. They probably think I'm so rude.”
“Get it together. Just a few more quarters left.”
“I wish I could banter back and forth like they can. Why am I the least funny person earth?”
“Halftime. Thank God. I can do music. Music makes me feel peaceful.”
“Oh that performance was so good! Maybe I could say something about it? No. They don't want to hear my thoughts. No one cares.”
“Goodness I have to pee.”
“Crap. This door doesn't lock. What if someone walks in on me?
WHO owns a bathroom door without a lock?! I'll hold it.”
“Ugh I drank way too much tonight. They probably think I'm an alcoholic and I have to pee.”
“Can't we leave yet? No one is even watching the game.”
“How can I get his attention?”
“Ooo I could pretend to faint. Wait no, I'd be forever the girl who drank too much at the Super Bowl party and passed out.”
“Emergency? What kind of emergency could I make up?”
“Crap. My phone is dying. I do NOT want to be here anymore.”
“Wait! I got it! I feel sick. I'll tell him I threw up and we can leave. Perfect.”
“aaaaand he just sat down. They're settling in. Whyyy meeeee?”
“Are we finally leaving? Thank God. My bladder is about to BURST and my throat is as dry as the Sahara from all these chips I've been anxiously eating.”
“Quick wave. Smile. Slip out a thanks for having me and then make a BEELINE for the door. None of these hour long door goodbyes.
Nope. Not tonight Karen.”
“Thank God we're out. The fresh smell of freedom.”
“I am NEVER leaving the house again.”
Happy Saturday and Happy February! I feel like January absolutely dragged on forever and everrrrr... Anyways we finally made it to February- the month of love! ❤ This month I thought it would be fun to make my Bless the Mess's about love. Not just romantic love, but relational love, self love, fake love, make it or break it love, brotherly love- the types of love we don't like to think about because they're hard. But to kick it off I just want to say how much I love all of you!
Each and every one of ya'll make life so much fun! I truly enjoy interacting with you on a daily basis, getting to know you and expanding my community! The outpouring of love and support that you have shown me is truly remarkable. You have supported me through music releases, miscarriages, mental health issues and everything in between. I value each of you and I hope you know that I am always here for every single one of you! I know that in this big ole world it can be hard not to feel alone sometimes. Even with family and friends surrounding you, it can be easy to feel disconnected. I personally know what it feels like to feel like you have to connect with people online or you won't have anybody at all. If you are there, I get it and I am proud to be a part of this extremely supportive community. You've made me laugh, smile, cry and feel every other emotion I think I could feel and I am beyond grateful for you! I hope you know that you are loved. ❤️
Some days you just need a reminder. 😘
Happy Friday! We made it to the end of the “work” week! Yay!
Haha, unless you're in the majority of the world where work never actually stops. Cuz same. Anyways...
Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we allow people to dictate how we run our lives?! When did we hand over the reigns? Hint: for most of you it was when you started using social media – think MySpace/Old FB era. For real! We've gotten so wrapped up in the “glitz” and “glamor” of others lives and we allow people and their opinions to change how we live our lives. Now I'm all for new information and changing your mind based off of new information, but I mean, we are letting other people's choices determine our major life goals and pillars! That's ridiculous! I just want to remind you today that you are ENOUGH just as you are. You don't need anybody on the internet to be telling you how to run your life. You don't need to buy into all of the boxes and brands. Trust your gut, stay true to yourself, fall in love with you and let life take you on YOUR ride! Don't let what you think someone else is getting ruin your ride, cuz the view is great. Plus, the internet is staged, half the time the people who are telling you how to “do it all” don't have half their crap together- like me. 😂
When discussing weekend plans or whatever it is with co-workers or friends, don't allow their judgment, opinions, or their life plans to get to you. Be proud of who you are and what you've got going on! Whether that's family, vacations, volunteering, a hobby, or just staying in and resting- don't let Becky's Saturday morning yoga and protein shakes discourage you from pancakes and cartoons with your kiddos.. or your dog. 🤷♀️
Our fingers split, to each their own, telling stories of what they have done.
Every crack and dimple etched into the taught skin buries deep into its forever home.
We adorn them with silver and cheap gold, empowering each personality to stand on its own... Yet at the end of the day they reconnect to work tirelessly for our success.
Hands are weird, but they’re beautiful.
They tell the stories our brains have buried deep and they let us rest as they go about their work.
Our identity is spooled and squiggled, leaving it’s mark.
A single touch bonds us together and is light like a snowflake but powerful like a lightning bolt. — Electric it flows through us and illuminates everything we touch.
We stand out like a shard of glass on a hot July evening, scorched, reflecting the colors of the dying day.
Get them dirty, leave your unmistakable mark.
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