On any given day you can find me sitting in my blue leather chair while someone sits on my cozy blue couch.
I make sure the Kleenex box is always replenished and I have a soft blue blanket that holds many a snotty tear. No, I am not a weird human with an affixation to the color blue, I am a counselor. I consider it to be the greatest honor to hold stories, space and hope for women as they walk the courageous journey back towards their truest, most authentic selves.Read More
Accepting our bodies is a huge step towards accepting ourselves.
One day in February of this year, had a revelation. I thought to myself, “What if I start accepting and loving myself by taking care of my body? What if I shift my mind from doing things because I feel like I have to do them to doing things because I love doing them?” You are probably wondering why I was asking myself these questions. At the beginning of this year I was at a point where I was done with not feeling good in my own skin.Read More
“YOU’RE FAT. YOU’RE NOT CREATIVE. YOU CAN’T START A SUCCESSFUL BUSINESS.”
These statements used to be on repeat in my head quite often, and the crazy thing is that I didn’t even realize it. After experiencing deep heartbreak and developing early signs of anxiety and an eating disorder, my inner-critic was spewing out harsh accusations and jabs so often that I became somewhat numb to them. I had become BFF’s with my inner-critic, and my thought-life and actions were truly showing it.Read More
Perspective is everything.
From angles to lighting to colors and to sizes, we view things from a very unique perspective. This also applies to how we see our body. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve scrolled through Instagram and marveled at how the light hit someone’s face just right to showcase their perfect skin, or at how the right angle, pose, and curve seemed to be accentuated perfectly.Read More
Oh the joys of spring cleaning
I stepped into my closet, and overwhelm hit me in the face. So.Much.Stuff. As I sifted through every clothing item in my closet, I thought to myself, “Almost 1/3 of my closet doesn’t even fit me anymore.” So, I immediately began to toss random clothing items to the side. “Those shorts can’t possibly fit me. I bought those when I was in much better shape. That shirt can’t possibly fit me. It’s two years old.”Read More