You are a miracle

Curve: the loveliest distance between two points.

Our bodies are incredible — too often in life we forget to love them like we should. When we practice self-hate we begin to build insecurities — a nasty cycle that society has shaped to it’s liking. When you’re poking & prodding at the very thing that keeps you alive, perhaps take a second to remind yourself about how much that “not perfect enough” body does for you every time you take a breath, step, or experience emotion.

We tend to bully ourselves to a point that we would never imagine doing to anyone else. People spend their entire lives studying the human body & are discovering new things every single day. Being aware of even half of the miraculous things our bodies can do makes me want to be sure my body is in it’s very best condition.

If you can’t seem to get your ass off the couch to get your heart pumping, think about all of the people who aren’t able to run & jump & lift heavy objects because their body simply will not allow it. Those that need help to do everyday taks. How about those that once knew what it felt like to have legs of jelly after fighting to finish a run, but suffered injuries from an accident that stops them from doing so? Those people would kill to have what you are complaining about. This goes with everything in life — we must remember to shine light & show gratitude for our blessings.

Thank your body. Treat it with great love & care. Fill it with things you don’t have to question. I know I’d rather pay more for a quality diet & lifestyle now so that I can experience a few more years of this beautiful life as a result.

Think about it.

B

Getting My Groove Back

If we ignore the 30 minutes I spent on campus trying to find my class (& the ‘almost’ tears, oh & the phone call to my mother) THEN we can absolutely say that my first day at Utah State was fantastic. I am so excited for this class. My professor actually challenges us as individuals instead of passing us & moving on when we don’t deserve it. I will have to work my ass off, but I feel I’m in the perfect place to do so. Maybe Universities aren’t so scary after all.

After class & some quick errands I came home and started a little project… I planned on spray painting a lamp of mine, and I also planned on it being quick & painless. Andy has work tonight, so instead of waiting for him to help me I took things into my own impatient little hands… Literally. If my project turns out the way I am planning it’s worth every little bit of the mess I made. These are the things I have wanted to do for years. I am so happy that I have my own home & creative space to do them in.

I took a soak in the tub (in attempt to get the paint off my hands) while I read The Hunger Games (book #2). I was not about to brush my hair, let alone put a blow dryer to it. So I gave my long lost curls a shot, and voila! I’m getting my groove back. By the way, my grandma always asks me to do my hair curly because she loves it, so all these curls are for you GG. I love and miss you

Anyway, I can’t stop thinking about the oreos downstairs in my pantry so I gotta go.

I love you dolls, have a beautiful evening. XOXO