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Brighten yourself; Brighten your future

I’ve recently found a new wave of confidence in my life. One that’s completely… Vain. I’ve had confidence in myself and my abilities before… I’ve reached heights that I’m incredibly proud of. But I was never confident in my looks, until now. I was that girl with the uni-brow, mustache, and a little overweight. Boys never wanted me, understandably. Not because of bullshit societal reasons but purely biological reasons. We mate with those we do based on attraction and survivability. 

Back to my point: in order to find someone to mate, you simply must be attractive to someone. As a feminist, I choose to be attracted to myself. When that beautiful moment occurs, you exude a new found and magnetic confidence.

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I believe in this product so much that I reached out to them and began to run my own business, buying my products from them. This is all on the side as my primary occupation is a registered nurse. Saving lives by day, changing lives by night. Guys, I cannot stress enough – I was the ugly girl. The chubby girl. The one who was the butt of the joke. I’ve been there. That’s why I’m so grateful for this company. 

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Remind Me

Hold me

Just for a minute

Remind me

What it’s like to be in it

The days are long

Responsibility calling

Years have passed

Who are we, darling?

Smothered by doubt

Motivation lost

Far from stout

Irreparable cost

I too have grown older

Covered in scars

Often colder

I’ve strayed so far

Hold me

Just for a minute

Remind me

What it’s like to be in it

I Love Him to the Moon and Back; Sex Or Not… 

Growing up, nothing came easily to me and life in general was no exception. I encountered multiple instances of sexual, physical and emotional abuse that left their scars on me. I bear those scars proudly as an adult who broke the cycle and came out stronger for it.  I took control and created my own reality, my own future. That being said, I’m human and there are days that it is easier (in some weird way) to let my bipolar take control. Being consistently aware and conscious of my words, thoughts and actions can be exhausting. 

Six years ago, I met my best friend. He was brunette, bearded, Mensa Society smart, a pilot and owned a motorcycle. But there was a gentle, kind and innocent part of him that I wanted to get to know. Little did I know that precisely that aspect of his personality would be my saving grace. 

He was twenty three and I was twenty one living in a college town. We spent the first three years of our relationship being wildly in love, spontaneous and obviously drunk. I’ve watched my husband grow and mature and quite frankly, turn into an amazing man. He has seen me at my lowest points and has shared every moment of my happiness over the last six years. 

Through nursing school, bipolar, going off my meds, trying to quit smoking, suicidal thoughts, countless family dramas and every fight with my best friend, my husband has been there to wipe my tears and encourage me through it all. He was there smiling when I graduated with my BSN and ensuring me every job interview I had was going to work out and that I don’t give myself enough credit. He brings me ice cream when I’m on my period and makes me coffee and tells me to sit and relax when I get manic and just can’t stop cleaning the house. The massages… They’re endless. When he married me, he surprised me with a honeymoon in Italy because he knew it was always my dream. I know millions, if not billions of women who would kill to have significant others like mine. But nothing is ever perfect, right? 

See, I have this incredible husband. People envy me and judge me when I complain about him. But what they don’t know is that getting him to have sex is like pulling teeth. Over the last three years, we’ve had countless fights about how to do better, how to compromise, figure out what the issues are and deal with them head on. And three years later, we’re still having sex only once every few months at best. (Although, we have recently implemented a schedule, if you will.) 

I’ve spent many nights crying, wondering what it was about me. What did I do wrong? Am I trying too hard? Have my looks gone that far down the rabbit hole? Is there someone else? Is he watching porn? That last one is always the one that causes problems. 

I still struggle with this frequently, but I’m getting better. I finally realized that no matter how sexual of a being I am, I’m willing to sacrifice it all for him. I don’t deserve him. I would move heaven and earth to keep the honor of being his wife. If I have to please myself to meet my needs, I will. I have to accept that my husband is going to watch porn. But I and I alone am the one comparing myself to the women he watches, creating all these insecurities in my mind. He doesn’t intend to make me feel any particular way, he’s just a man doing what men do. At the end of the day, he’s coming home to me to share every moment and emotion with me. I’m the one he trusts with his heart.

Ladies, we have to stop beating ourselves up. We are raised to aspire to beauty, marriage and children and the last two are dependent on the first. We make a choice to implement that ideology into our lives. We are all beautiful and our men chose us to be in their lives for a reason. We have to remember to be grateful – it’s so easy to focus on what’s wrong or missing that we can forget to appreciate the little things, those precious moments with our partners. If we trust, respect, encourage and support and honor our wo(men), they will treat us like queens. And if not, then kick that mother fucker to the curb, cuz girl, you deserve a (wo)man who knows how to love and respect a woman! 

Nothing worth having ever comes easy. You gotta make the choice and put in the effort every. single. day. 

Silent Thoughts; Loud Actions.

What do you hear when the world goes quiet? Often, I forget to allow myself to slow down. But when I do I find myself listening to my heartbeat and my breath, the fan blades rotating on the ceiling and the cars driving down the street. Observing each and every movement, down to the muscle and bone. I hear and feel so much in the silence. I gain a lot of peace by just… Shutting up and being present. How simply refreshing it feels to wake up in the morning and play music instead of the TV. Wearing my husband’s sweatpants and an oversized hoodie with my hair up in a messy bun with coffee in hand is something I’ve wanted to do and I’ve pinned a million times because the concept of it is the epitome of what I want in life. What it represents: true and utter happiness. The girls in those pictures seem comfortable in their clothes, their skin, their relationships, careers and their lives. They look at peace with their lives, despite the lack of luxurious, lavish, overcompensating homes, things and backgrounds. You know the pictures… they usually have this little house with a back woods view. They’re comfortable being alone. They don’t need the buzz of the cities and the clubs. There’s this implication that they’re happy although they are not rich. They’re perfectly happy in their tiny little house, in the middle of nowhere, with their partner, their dog and their coffee… And all that comes with it. So content. I know plenty of other girls who also love those style of pictures, sharing them on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. Yet none of them are living that life, nor are they that happy. How do we, as a society, get back to basics? How do we allow ourselves to be truly happy? As an American, I have fallen prey to the “normalcy” of waking up early, rushing to work, busting my ass for a company who pays me much less than I deserve. Just to turn around and stress out about this bill or that unforseen event. I struggle with the idea of going to the doctor because I have no insurance. Or even buying name brand groceries because they’re two dollars more expensive. When did this happen?! I used to be content reading a book in a tree I had climbed, half of the time getting in trouble for having been told too many times to come to lunch. But I just HAD to finish that chapter!! It was the simple things in life that brought me joy. Life and adulthood have changed me in more ways than I could have ever prepared for…and annihilated any shred of innocence I had. Now I’m another jaded adult who can never be happy unless I check off all my goals: 

  • Graduate highschool
  • Get a degree
  • Get a good paying job with said degree (pfft, yeah right) 
  • Get married 
  • Have some babies 
  • Retire 

But surprisingly, each time a goal is checked off I never find myself any happier. I graduated highschool just to stress over college admissions. I graduated college just to stress over finding a job and getting my foot in the door. I got a job just to discover healthcare is a joke and nurses are completely undervalued and treated/paid like crap. I actually ended up getting put on Xanax and went part time. Just to then worry about how my wedding was getting paid for, because my family is poor. I got married to my best friend and he even took me to Italy! Just to come home and realize that my sister had gotten herself pregnant (she’s so not ready) and is going to require all my family’s support to be able to adequately raise this child. So now, my own pregnancy must be rescheduled because I’m not willing to give up my mom feeling needed. Not only that but because I am who I am, I don’t want to make my mom feel like I need her to help me raise a baby (I don’t) when all I’m really trying to do is include her. So now, here I am with 3/5 of my goals list having been accomplished at 26 years old and somehow I feel worse than I did when the list was written. I have cried more tears than I could even count. How does that work? Because we’re not allowing ourselves to tap into that childish innocence we once exuded with every breath and movement. We need to relearn how to tap into our inner child resilience, how to relax and disconnect. Get excited about simple things. Turn the TV off. Turn your phone off. Put on some music, drink some coffee (or wine) and dance with your significant other. Get goofy. Not just around the kids! Research shows the more you think about something, the more you basically Pavlov your brain into thinking it’s important info that needs to be stored in your long term memory. Take back that control. Think about what you have in front of you. The people or the luxuries you’re glad to have in your life. Be grateful. Obsess over your stressors less. Rewire your brain to be happy. Tap into your innocence and enjoy life for the experience it is. None of us are getting out alive, so you mind as well enjoy it while it lasts. We need to manifest our own realities. My life is mine, and I’m taking it back. #TakeBackYourHappiness

When You Go Down the Rabbit Hole…

Man, life really can bring you down. It’s hard out there, we all feel it. The pressure, the stress, the struggle and all the feels that come with it. My best friend and I both suffer from bipolar. Scratch that, my best friend and I have made loads of progress, but those in our lives often suffer from our bipolar. On an average day, we’re in control and completely functional; thank you, mania. But all good things must come to an end, it’s the natural cycle right? What happens when your body can’t handle it anymore and you find yourself depressed? When I get to that place, I find it difficult to muster any fucks. I have no motivation to eat, pee, bathe, let alone clean the house or go to work. The universe, my life, my family and friends, everything… Just… I begin to feel like I’m in a sinking ship. I literally feel the heaviness in my chest. I feel the hopelessness, the doubt, the self loathing and I look the disappointment from those I love dead in the face, ready to give up. Today is not one of those days for me. But for my best friend, it is. It’s hard being on the outside. I know where she’s at, the thoughts and feelings she’s battling. I also know that nothing I say or do is going to make an immediate difference. I struggle with the idea of being a sideline supporter. It feels like a cop out. Like I’m doing my best friend a disservice. Now, of course I’m helping her with her kids and allowing her to feel all the feels, including the lack of feels. And that’s all fine and great later down the road when she sees I stuck around and made sure she was safe and well, while allowing her to be human. But in the heat of the moment, I feel like I’m failing her. I just want to be able to fix it. All of it. We struggle so hard to find this thing called balance – but one must realize their first mistake was searching. We want this instant gratification. Nothing worth having is ever easy, and the easy way out is almost never as rewarding as one would hope. These moments of vulnerability in our marriages, our familial relationships, our day to day lives test us and mold us into who we were always meant to become. They are important. Be vulnerable and allow yourself to experience what it means to be a human. Flaws and all. Because you are exactly where and who you were meant to be at this time.