She Believed She Could, So She Did

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Today is a very big day.

Nobody else around me right now can feel it. I’m at the office, we had a lunch potluck and pina coladas — and we have a long weekend coming so people are slowly trickling away.

But I feel it. I feel it in my heart, in my soul, in my footsteps, in the air.

Today is my last day as an intern. It is my last day of “school.” It is literally a pivotal point between student and career woman. Between intern and employee. I’ve been hired on at my digital marketing agency as a search specialist and digital marketing strategist… and here is where I will stay. In a dream job that I could only picture twelve weeks ago.

Two years ago, I started this program. Through mono, a concussion, six anaphylactic reactions, and multiple running injuries, I stand at the finish line of THIS race with tears of happiness literally pooling in my eyes.

Congratulation text messages are pouring in, and there are those in my life who know how much this means to me. My fiance has been an absolute angel, doing housework and putting up with me when everything felt like it would come crashing down.

It didn’t, come crashing down. Instead, I kicked ass. I aced seven classes a semester. I fought for this internship, and I won employment.

I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder of myself than I am in this moment.

So to future Amalia, when you think you can’t do it anymore? Remember that you’ve been there, done that, and nailed it.

*self five*

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On body shaming and being #celebrationsize

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There’s a disturbing trend in our community that has been happening for some time, but it has recently received some more traction that usual. Body shaming isn’t something new. We all do it. I dare you to look me in the eyes and tell me you haven’t ONCE thought or said something negative about someone else’s body. I will fully admit to it. Hand up, I am part of the problem. But I’m trying, actively, to be more of a part of the solution.

Here’s the thing – how somebody looks on the outside has very little bearing on how healthy they are. You can look skinny and be unhealthy, you can look average and be unhealthy, and you can look overweight and be unhealthy. Which means there has to be a flip side. You can look skinny and be healthy, look average and be healthy, or look overweight and be healthy.

We seem to be obsessed with how everybody else looks these days. Whether its picking on celebrities bodies, or hearing them have to stand up and defend themselves for going out in a bikini, or even the Duchess of Cambridge feeling like its necessary to step out in heels 10 hours after giving birth. We are obsessed with how people LOOK, but it shouldn’t be about that.

It should be about what your body can do, what state of health your body is in, what your bloodwork and diagnostic tests say – and that is not always reflected in a mirror. Unless you are somebody’s doctor, you have no right to comment on their body or the state of their health.

I think there is a misconception that body shaming only happens one way. Chalene Johnson, one of my favourite beachbody fitness stars, had this conversation on her Facebook page the other day. Body shaming is any negative comment about somebody’s body – large or small, tall or short. I’ve been on both sides of it. I’ve been “beanpole” and “no boobs” and “don’t you ever eat?” I’ve also been “chubby” and “oh.. you’ve gained weight” and “don’t you work out?” None of it feels good, and none of it is right. If it is a comment about their body that hurts somebody, it is body shaming. Body shaming is body shaming is body shaming, regardless of size.

I thought about this as I was out for my run today. I was less than 24 hours out of the emergency room, and I was determined to go 5k. I’m sure I looked ridiculous. I know that I was slow, and I know that some of the cars that went by weren’t cheering me on. How sad is it that we know what that side-eye from a passerby means when we are out running? How sad is it that we can’t celebrate EVERYBODYS efforts to be the best they can be, regardless of size?

So I’m committed to stopping body shaming and starting a NEW size. Celebration size. What size is celebration size? It’s exactly who you are, as you are, right now. Because life should be about so much more than what size pants you fit in or how you look in a mirror.

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Reminiscing

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I have caught myself reminiscing quite a lot lately. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve been watching re-runs of Full House on Netflix (sidebar: who else is BEYOND excited Read More