Since November 2015 I’ve been throwing some pretty random-ass posts your way. Ranging from your basic inspiration and general thought to some personal stories; all in the theme of loving yourself. My most recent post (which you can read here) talks about WHY I’ve been so sporadic, and I expressed how I plan on changing… Continue reading What I’m doing with all of this.
I haven’t been procrastinating, I promise. Honestly, I think the last few months I’ve felt very lost. I’ve felt like what I’m writing is informative but not necessarily honest, and I thrive on honesty. Especially with something so powerful as just fucking loving yourself. If I can’t be honest, how can you trust I’m trying… Continue reading I tried too hard and nothing happened.
No pressure. 2016 started off with a few huge blows. From losing a music icon like David Bowie to, only two days later, losing another icon like Alan Rickman. Both artists who have influenced me and inspired me throughout the years. I was standing at work the other day and one of my idols walked… Continue reading It’s up to you to create the experiences you’ll remember forever.
I choose to love myself. I choose to treat my body and life with health and goodness. I choose to not drink alcohol. I choose to breath. When I wake up in the morning, whether it’s when I’m opening my eyes first thing, during my scrub in the shower, or a quiet moment sitting on… Continue reading What I choose every morning I wake up.
Sweet 16. Oh, sweet 2016. I want to be the personification of what LOVING yourself is, and right now I am far from it. I’ve realized over the holiday season that you can’t just be in love with yourself 24/7 throughout the year. I mean, after all we are human. And love as an entity… Continue reading Sometimes It’s really hard to love yourself.
I wasn’t into the whole meditation thing when I started doing yoga. Really, I wasn’t. I’ve never been much of a spiritual person and always related more to being an atheist than anything else. When I was guided through meditation I would ignore the spiritual sayings and prompts and focus primarily on my breath. IT… Continue reading I hated meditation, and now I don’t. So, there’s that…
I fucking rhymed and you loved it. Don’t lie to me. Let’s talk about food for a moment. As always, I’ll start with a little story. Back in the day, maybe 40 or 60 years ago, I was a young lass in the thick of London trying to make ends meet. Without tuppence to my… Continue reading What it means to me to eat clean.