I never thought I’d see the day I’d write those words: “Too Much Sex”. It feels like something has died a little inside… which is why I am making the important clarification between the act, and the adjective.
We’re talking “adjective” today, people.
Call off your mob.
Turns out, even with all these newfangdangled ways to stay ‘connected’ with each other and meet new people out in the world, sometimes you just need to look into someone’s eyes when they’re talking to you.
… okay, so, this is really more of a “look into someone’s recorded eyes”, but still.
It’s a start. Don’t judge me.
This first video just so happens to be all about my Dare to BE challenge. I wanted to find a way to communicate even more clearly just how much I want to help you, or someone you know, face a fear and overcome it.
I plan on releasing vlog updates on a fairly regular basis, with one of the next ones when I am ready to show you all the photos from my Dare to BE: Boudoir challenge… which should be in the next couple of weeks!
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
Who thought up that little gem of a lie?
I don’t know about you, but some of the worst scars I carry are internal – sharpshooter-aimed insults and criticisms so cruelly delivered as to fund my therapist’s Mediterranean vacations well into my retirement years. Then again, I really didn’t engage in a lot of extreme sports… I was more the “read and pretend” type… but whatever.
Not the point! Continue reading →
Now that the end is very much in sight, and I’ve gotten most of the whining out of my system, I should be sitting back and enjoying the last little bit of my pregnancy. I should be nesting and cooking and lounging and napping. I should be looking positively adorable in maxi dresses and teeny-tiny bikinis that highlight my very-there ‘bump.
I like to think that I have a preeeeeeeetty healthy self-esteem.
I love myself, I like myself, I don’t shy away from speaking my mind (internally and to others) about the physical things I enjoy about my body (Boobs! Hips! Jiggle-Belly!), and I definitely geek out when one of my kids curls up on me and plays with my jiggly arms. Continue reading →
Yesterday, I was all about the frext; that delightful new term that is all about sending flirty, would-normally-classify-as-sexting-if-it-weren’t-sent-to-your-BFFs pictures via text/instant photo sharing (like Snapchat), that open the sender up to encouragement, compliments, support and empowerment.
Well, the world hath come full circle today, lovelies, and it is a sad, sad thing.