Change the default from delete to must keep.
No one has ever come out and asked me this question but it is the question I ask myself constantly. Of all of my struggles, doubt is my greatest. Of all of my dreams and goals, this is the thought that keeps me away from reaching them the most. I love people. I am fascinated … Continue reading What Makes You Think You’re So Special!?
3 years ago I had a tugging on my heart. The tug was to share my story. To share my struggles. To share how I came to this amazing conclusion that the things I wanted weren't out of my reach just because someone insisted on telling me it was. I've always wanted to be me. … Continue reading Happy 3 Years of Rebellion
What did happen is that I have found my light. I am allowing it to shine in whatever way it's supposed it. I am allowing ALL of the parts of my journey have their time in the spotlight. I share my successes as well as my failures. I let love take the lead. While I not so secretly remain afraid this will all fall apart, I am enjoying the life love is building for me a hell of a lot more than the one fear ever did. I'm calling fear out every chance I get and every time love has won.
I am not a bystander, I am the conductor. I will take these stretch marks, scars, loose skin, blemishes, freckles, and continue to go on adventure after adventure. Filling my heart full of joy and my head full of memories. That's what I choose.
When I was asked to contribute a blog post for this Hispanic Heritage Month Blog Hop I really wrestled with the idea of talking about body shaming. So many of the other posts seemed to be celebrating their culture while it seemed I was was going to sit here and bash mine. Then I realized … Continue reading Body Shaming & Growing Up Latina #TXLatinoBlog Hop
Was I really ready to wiggle and jiggle up close? Was I ready to bust a move and watch as my loose skin moved around with it? In my home I feel safe. Being surrounded by people who know me makes me feel safe. In a room with strangers? Not so much.
Maybe they're right. I mean the proof is in the pudding right? Here I am with stretch marks, scars, loose skin, thighs that touch, and more. There's no possible way I could enjoy a beach vacation according to the article above. I mean, look how miserable I am finding sand dollars on my horseback ride on the beach.
We forget that we are authentic people. Each one of us made to contribute and experience this world in different ways. One way not being better or more important than the other. Just uniquely. By being your own authentic self you can inspire others. Not necessarily to buy a unicorn costume and go to a morning dance party but to do something that makes their spirit feel alive.
It wasn't just the toned pieces of me waking me up to train hard and stay focused. It was ALL of me. We all crossed the finish line.