Yess!! 🙌🏼 I first discovered self-care after a painful breakup and then again when I became a mom. It was one of the most profound lessons in my life. To truly put myself first and make myself happy. Before, I relied on others making me happy and they failed miserably which made me feel worthless and unloved. I have completely flourished after I took my power back 💕
This past week has been the hardest in a long time. When you’re okay for so long it’s difficult to cope with not being okay again. Today is the first in what feels like forever that I’ve been pretty happy 😊❤️
#tbt photo a year ago.
Feeling a little sad today.
When I suddenly remember all the things I could do like singing without hardly any effort, meet with musicians or go for walks in nature and see lots of friends etc it just hits you and you're like WTF has happened. How is my new life and my new normal so NOT normal?. 😭 had a little cry but....
I'm remaining grateful I can do the amount I can do, people are way worse off than me & not everyone has the ability to sing even if they are healthy! People with my illness can suffer so much more so I am mindful of that and I thank my body for the things I am still able to do.
So I apologise to teenage self for all the self abuse, the wasting of time never pursuing anything with my voice due to fear and severe mental health problems.
I apologise to the girl in her 20's who continued to self abuse and miss opportunities and where psychiatric wards would become my best friend.
I am sorry for all the things I did to you and put your body through.
I am now in my 30's and struck down with chronic illness where I've been FORCED into getting to know myself all over again, forced into not being able to drink myself into oblivion, forced into letting go of the years of self hate and self harm and embracing a new me that is called M.E.
I promise myself today, right now, to do always what I need to do to slowly improve.
I promise myself to sing, when I can.
Write lyrics, when I can.
Make others laugh, when I can.
And lastly, I promise myself that even though there may be times I cry and feel overwhelmed that things CAN get better with my condition. I need to be patient. It's still early days. I need to self care and respect my body and love my body and slowly slowly, I'll get back into possibly performing small songs and getting some of my fire back, physically. 🙏🏼
We can do this. Don't give up. 💜
All the good in your life... you can thank God/the universe, your family, socioeconomic privilege, your amazing friends... but it all comes down to YOU! The choices you’ve made have brought you to this beautiful place of Being. Don’t forget to thank YOU 💞
Uploading these pics to monitor my own progress and because I feel #amazing — I’ve never been overweight, I’ve always been naturally petite and for that I’m very #blessed but I hate it when I get comments like: “don’t get bulky” or “why do you need to work out? You’re too skinny”. Because. I. Fucking. Want. To. Because I don’t want to feel just ‘skinny’, I want to look amazing. I want to have the arms of an Amazonian goddess. So here we are, this is my #progress and this is my metamorphosis. I feel good. ✌️ here’s to hard work and works in progress.
My heart races a little bit faster when I think about good food. Acai bowls are one thing that bring me absolute joy. I love how colorful they are and all of the fun ingredients + beneficial nutrients make them more than just aesthetically pleasing (and totally Instagram-worthy). Eat what you want always, but make it a healthy choice and your body will thank you. I stopped dieting after my body-building days--I just couldn't do it anymore. The more I restricted myself with what I "should" eat, the harder it was. I found that giving myself freedom helped me find the body I felt most healthy in. Food freedom isn't a pig-out at the buffet or a pizza binge, but it does mean that you shouldn't beat yourself up if you enjoy a slice now and again. There is a method to this madness.
Actually, pineapples are in season here in Canada and I'm a happy bear. Every couple of days Sloane and I will buy one for smoothies, burgers or salsa, salad, just to eat, and it's delicious. Fresh fruit is so delicious.
After a challenging and scattered couple of weeks, I woke up this morning filled with immense gratitude for my Sisters who endlessly ground me, challenge me, lift me, and love me.
There was most definitely a time in my life - not even that long ago in the grand scheme - that I couldn’t have imagined waking up with a sense of community like I have now, which is one of the reasons I do the work that I do... To connect women themselves, yes, but also to connect women with one another. To create safe, inspired spaces where the heart speaks and the ego takes a backseat.
It is never too late to meet new people and uncover new bonds. It is never too late to let go of the relationships that hold you back to seek new ones that grow you.
I’m grateful for not only my girls, but this virtual sisterhood I find myself engaged with nearly every day; this bizarre, beautiful, ever-changing tapestry of human connection. Women whom I’ve never even met in person, yet who support me, and me them.
What a time to be alive and doing this work.
Thank you: I see you, I honour you, I love you.
Happy Friday, angels!🍑
C.E.L.L.U.L.I.T.E: lumpy, dimpled flesh on thighs, hips, buttocks, and belly.
Come close... we need to chat. 80-90% of women have cellulite. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m 5’4”, 110 pounds and I have cellulite. The way I see it, I’m too happy, active and healthy to let some dimples on the backside of my body make me feel insecure, fat or inferior to other women. I eat good, exercise and do everything I can to stay positive - and that’s all I can do.
I used to cream, wrap, brush, cardio and diet myself to near exhaustion to try to get rid of my cellulite. It’s all I focused on. And feeling confident in bathing suits and shorts ~ forget about it.
With all that being said, because I myself went through the cellulite-obsession: Start focusing on how strong your body is, how flexible, how imperfectly perfect, what it goes through on a daily basis to keep you alive. Not some silly, harmless dimples that society deems “ugly or flawed”. Eff That!
You are too damn beautiful... do you hear me?
Love Your Body.
Embrace your body.
Appreciate your body.