TOUGH TITTIES II: MY HUMPS HAVE LUMPS ( BY CAT R.)


There are moments in life that we never forget; weddings, birthdays, and first times are all moments that stay with us through our whole lives. Ask anyone where they were on September 11, 2001, and I can almost guarantee they’ll know. But every so often a moment comes along that stops us cold; moments where our lives changed forever. For me, they include the day my parents told me they were getting a divorce; getting the news that my grandpa died; and the moment I found a lump in my left breast.

What followed was a series of doctor appointments, examinations, ultrasounds, and finally a surgical biopsy, or lumpectomy. The experience was horrifying from start to finish, but I took a lot away from it. Here are just a few things that I gleaned from my booby biopsy.
1. Lumps in your humps are usually NOT cancer.
Obviously finding a lump was terrifying for me. Both my parents are cancer survivors, so I knew I was at risk for cancer, but not yet! I was only 27, and 27 year-olds don’t get breast cancer do they?  I was certain however, that finding this lump meant that I was in for the battle of my life.
But in fact, women under 40 account for less than 7% of all breast cancer cases. However, lumps are incredibly common and overwhelmingly benign. In younger women especially, lumps are typically caused by fibroadenomas (What the frack is that?), or cysts. Both of these are mostly harmless and don’t usually indicate an increased risk of developing cancer later on.
Cysts are simply fluid filled sacs that sometimes clear up on their own, or are drained at your doctor’s office. They’re almost always benign and can develop for a variety of reasons, including hormone changes related to your menstrual cycle… because that thing wasn’t giving you enough problems.
Fibroadenomas are solid, smooth, benign lumps that are commonly found in women in their 20s and 30s. These lumps don’t lead to cancer, but there is a type of fibroadenoma that has been associated with an increased risk of developing cancer later on. If you have a family history of breast cancer, you should ask your doctor if this might apply to you.
2. Self-exams are vital!
I doubt this even needs to be said, but I’ll say it anyways. My monthly self-exam in the shower is how I found my own lump. Get past any shyness you may be feeling about this and give yourself a grope once a month.  You’ll be showing yourself some love in more ways than one (wink, wink!).

3. Follow up with your doctor ASAP.
This might sound like a no-brainer, but since I just told you all that breast lumps are usually not much to worry about, I’m gonna cover my bases. If you find a lump, you definitely need to follow up with your doctor. Even if you think it’s just one of the benign causes I listed, it should still be addressed immediately. If it is just a benign cyst, or another common ailment, it could still hamper the detection of other lumps later on. It’s important to address these head on. Waiting won’t make them go away and on the very slim chance that it is cancer, waiting will make it worse.
4. Biopsies suck.
Big news: any surgery performed on your lady parts is gonna hurt. Mine was a little more complicated because it was an actual surgical biopsy, where they actually made an incision and removed the offending lump. Most biopsies can be done with the simpler, but still uncomfortable needle biopsy. For that, they use local anesthetic, and insert a needle to draw a sample of the mass. But really the worst part of either type of biopsy is that the affected area is extremely sensitive. But barring any complications, the recovery time is not too bad, especially for the needle biopsy. Biopsies are no fun, but once you get the test results 4-5 days later, you’ll be glad you did it.
5. Start your bucket list.
Five days after my surgery I got a call from my doctor. I was shaking and near tears, more anxious than I realized. My margins, they told me, were clear. My biopsy contained a segment of paremchyma  with features of a benign breast hamartoma. I found out that this was Dr. McKnockers’ fancy way of saying that they found a piece of boob with a rare type of benign tumor. It was nothing.
I got off the phone and sobbed with relief. I was fine. I had my whole life ahead of me. But it was a wake-up call. I realized that all it took was a group of cells to knock me on my ass. Something I couldn’t control, couldn’t see, couldn’t fight. How long would it be before the next unforeseen event came along?
Like so many people, I have lost friends and family to cancer. Some older, and some heartbreakingly young. The same day that I got my results, my friend Todd got his: terminal. He passed away that week at 39 years of age.  I knew that fate didn’t discriminate, but it took it knocking on my own door to wake me up. This could really happen.
So, I started planning my trip to Petra. I hugged my kids a little closer. I told people I loved how I felt.  I started living like tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed, because in reality, it isn’t.  I’d gotten my wake up call. But I guess what I hope people can take away from this story, is that you shouldn’t wait for yours. It might not come in time. Carpe diem.

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Cat is a bad-asss boobie friendly babe in Tucson Az 
and also wrote one of my favorite MB pieces called 

If you're interested in writing on The Militant Baker, pitch me 
and send a sample of your writing to themilitantbaker@gmail.com!
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10 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT JES THE MILITANT BAKER

(A totally random photo for a totally random post.  
No, I'm not giving you the back story for this outtake. You're just gonna have to wonder.)

It's been all SERIOUS up in here lately! Jesuz christ. I love me some real life shit, but lets take a break and talk about something lighter for a moment shall we? How about 10 facts about us all? I love this kinda stuff and while it's awesome when there are 20 facts, I'm going to only ask for 10. Because I'm tired. Because it's do-able. Because I want you to leave your list in the comments. And because I can.

Yes?
Then onward!

1.) I LOVE shitty action movies. The more Jason Statham the better. Romance be gone, I'm into explosions, car chases, and super obvious top secret plans. Red? Loved it. Now You See Me? Loved it. Oceans 11? I loved it so much, it made me believe I could rob a casino. All of the new James Bond movies? Looper?  Total Recall? Dredd? End of Watch? Swoon. Even Premium Rush made it in. That's how you know it's a serious addiction.

2.) I was a lifelong choir girl. I sang alto choral arrangements my entire life, and some really incredible ones at that. I sang for small chapel meetings, large holiday events, solos for recitals... I even performed in college for the Mormon prophet. True story. Random fact 2.5 is that my rebellious clove smoking at 18 lowered my voice an entire octave and now I can't sing the majority of female vocalist songs at karaoke. Still trying to process this. Smoking may cause cancer, but I mostly just miss my range.

3.) I've lived on the border of Mexico most of my life and I still can't speak Spanish. My first job was at a family owned Mexican restaurant too. While I understand a fair bit when listening, I'm not capable of speaking it. Really should work on it. Maybe in my free time.

4.) Like Kaelah, I don't believe in socks. And it pains me to admit that I actually just purchased my first few pairs in... six years?  Boot season requires them, but I made sure the ones I ordered were the super fancy ribboned kind. Basically, the least sock-ey ones I could get my hands on. I find socks to be a unnecessary evil. I made it six years in flats and didn't die. Something to think about.

5.) I naturally gravitate towards red, white, and black clothing. I'll go to a thrift store, fill my basket with clothing in all colors, try them on, sort out the ones that I don't want, and then look up at the register to find myself with only red, white, and black items. Usually with stripes or polka dots. This has been happening for years, and I've long since tried to stop it. I think, one year I threw out anything that wasn't these three colors. It wasn't a sacrifice by any means.

6.) On that note, one year I tried to be Elvis from Jailhouse Rock. That totally happened.


I had short black hair, tossed all my dresses (at the time I only owned dresses) and wore white shirts, black skinny jeans and an occasional striped piece of clothing. That lasted a grand total of three months.

I couldn't hack wearing the same outfit every day; doesn't matter how sexy Elvis made it look.

7.) I don't do dishes. Ever. They sit until I cant take it and then they get tossed. Or I put them outside. Or someone else will wash them. I need a regular dishwasher; human, machine, or otherwise.

8.) I've covered my walls in paper and painted room size murals on several occasions. My favorite wall piece was definitely in college, where I would stay up all night listening to The Anniversary and Azure Ray, drinking Diet Mountain Dew (that's scandalous when you're Mormon!), playing the guitar and sketching cryptic messages that encapsulated my young, unbridled emotions. SOMETIMES my friend Kevin would bring over his pals and they would contribute to the masterpiece with me. Having boys in your room when you're at a Mormon college is the ultimate scandal. We were such artistic rebels. All in the name of self expression!

9.) The majority of my family is adopted, myself included. I was partially adopted at two by default when my Mom got married, and two of my other siblings were adopted through the Arizona Foster Care System. This still seems strange to me, because there never felt like there was any disconnect growing up. My family is my family; they always have been my family and will always be my family.

10.) I'm obsessed with Natural History Museums. I was an Art History Major for the longest time, and I still prefer natural history exhibits. Every city I visit is rated by their museum and right now I'm still in love with D.C.'s... though NY's squid and whale model will always hold a frightening place in my 16 year old heart.

FUCK YEAH!

Now it's your turn! Leave me 10 random facts about you in the comments! If you write an entire post, leave that link here too. Introduce yourself to me!

And while you're doing that, any action movie recommendations?
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THE RIGHT TO EXIST ACCORDING TO RAGEN CHASTAIN


Ragen Chastain writes at Dances with Fat and is fucking fabulous. 
That is all.
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OBAMA ON MENTAL ILLNESS // NATIONAL CONFERENCE ON MENTAL HEALTH


"The main goal of this conference is not to start a conversation -- so many of you have spent decades waging long and lonely battles to be heard.  Instead, it’s about elevating that conversation to a national level and bringing mental illness out of the shadows. 
We want to let people living with mental health challenges know that they are not alone, and we’ve got to be making sure that we’re committed to support those fellow Americans, because struggling with a mental illness or caring for someone who does can be isolating.  And I think everybody here who’s experienced the issue in one way or another understands that.  It begins to feel as if not only are you alone, but that you shouldn’t burden others with the challenge and the darkness, day in, day out -- what some call a cloud that you just can't seem to escape -- begins to close in.
The truth is, in any given year, one in five adults experience a mental illness -- one in five.  Forty-five million Americans suffer from things like depression or anxiety, schizophrenia or PTSD.  Young people are affected at a similar rate.  So we all know somebody -- a family member, a friend, a neighbor -- who has struggled or will struggle with mental health issues at some point in their lives.  Michelle and I have both known people who have battled severe depression over the years, people we love.  And oftentimes, those who seek treatment go on to lead happy, healthy, productive lives.
So we know that recovery is possible, we know help is available, and yet, as a society, we often think about mental health differently than other forms of health.  You see commercials on TV about a whole array of physical health issues, some of them very personal.  (Laughter.)  And yet, we whisper about mental health issues and avoid asking too many questions. 
The brain is a body part too; we just know less about it.  And there should be no shame in discussing or seeking help for treatable illnesses that affect too many people that we love.  We've got to get rid of that embarrassment; we've got to get rid of that stigma.  Too many Americans who struggle with mental health illnesses are still suffering in silence rather than seeking help, and we need to see it that men and women who would never hesitate to go see a doctor if they had a broken arm or came down with the flu, that they have that same attitude when it comes to their mental health. 
We see it in veterans who come home from the battlefield with the invisible wounds of war, but who feel somehow that seeking treatment is a sign of weakness when in fact it's a sign of strength.  We see it in parents who would do anything for their kids, but who often fight their mental health battle alone -– afraid that reaching out would somehow reflect badly on them. 
We see it in the tragedies that we have the power to prevent.  And I want to be absolutely clear:  The overwhelming majority of people who suffer from mental illnesses are not violent.  They will never pose a threat to themselves or others.  And there are a whole lot of violent people with no diagnosable mental health issues.  But we also know that most suicides each year involve someone with a mental health or substance abuse disorder.  And in some cases, when a condition goes untreated, it can lead to tragedy on a larger scale. 
We can do something about stories like these.  In many cases, treatment is available and effective.  We can help people who suffer from a mental illness continue to be great colleagues, great friends, the people we love.  We can take out some pain and give them a new sense of hope.  But it requires all of us to act.  And there are a few ways we can do our part.
First, we’ve got to do a better job recognizing mental health issues in our children, and making it easier for Americans of all ages to seek help.  Today, less than 40 percent of people with mental illness receive treatment -- less than 40 percent.  Even though three-quarters of mental illnesses emerge by the end of -- by the age of 24, only about half of children with mental health problems receive treatment.  Now think about it:  We wouldn’t accept it if only 40 percent of Americans with cancers got treatment.  We wouldn’t accept it if only half of young people with diabetes got help.  Why should we accept it when it comes to mental health?  It doesn't make any sense.
[...]
 It’s not enough to help more Americans seek treatment -– we also have to make sure that the treatment is there when they're ready to seek it. 
For years now, our mental health system has struggled to serve people who depend on it.  That’s why, under the Affordable Care Act, we’re expanding mental health and substance abuse benefits for more than 60 million Americans.  (Applause.)  New health insurance plans are required to cover things like depression screenings for adults and behavioral assessments for children.  And beginning next year, insurance companies will no longer be able to deny anybody coverage because of a pre-existing mental health condition.  (Applause.) 
[...]
For many people who suffer from a mental illness, recovery can be challenging.  But what helps more than anything, what gives so many of our friends and loved ones strength, is the knowledge that you are not alone.  You’re not alone.  You’re surrounded by people who care about you and who will support you on the journey to get well.  We're here for you.
And that’s what this conference is about.  That’s why these issues are so important.  So if there's anybody out there who's listening, if you’re struggling, seek help."
What are your thoughts? 
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ADIPOSE + POSITIVITY = SUBSTANTIA JONES


While I was in NY I had the opportunity to meet up with the amazing Substantia Jones in a gorgeous second story studio that is frequented by Liza Minnelli herself. We turned up the music and pranced around the floor, climbed in the window frames and even out onto the fire escape. Totally nekkid. I totally Instagrammed that shit.

There was a group across the street that started cheering while I posed and after I came back in we finished by listening to the opera singer the studio over practice. It was fucking FUN.

Substantia has paved the way for body positive photographers like myself. She started taking positive photos of fat women before it was a thing and she now has a calendar for 2014 available. I'm grateful for women like who blaze trails and look damn good while doing it.

Next time I'm in NY that gal and I are getting drinks.
Imma lucky bitch.
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I WAS A SIDESHOW FAT LADY AND I'M NOT SURE HOW TO PROCESS IT


First of all, I love this picture's concept so hard.
Secondly, because its me... I have no idea how to process this.

Ramsey from Flash in the Past is one of the most talented Vintage Pin-Up photographers I've ever seen. During the summer she put a model call out for a Sideshow Starlete series and the second I saw that one of the roles was the Fat Lady... well, I had to have it. Ramsey emailed me to let me know that I had scored the position, but that I wasn't fat enough and would it be okay to photoshop extra weight on me for the series? Fuck yeah, its okay! I've never been too thin for a thing in my life and I was fascinated just thinking about what the final image would look like. I showed up the day of, put on the gorgeous royal blue dress and peach ballet slippers, had my hair curled by the beautiful Natasha Noir and looked somber for a few shots... after all, I was playing a sideshow freak. I couldn't have been terribly happy about it back then, right? And then voila! I was done and anticipated the prints with a ridiculous amount of excitement.

Honestly, I was expecting to see the image and then tell you guys how much I adored being the Fat Lady and how nothing strikes me as strange anymore and OHMYGOD everyone should be the Fat Lady etc. But, of course, life loves to throw complicated curve balls. Don't misunderstand what I'm saying though: if I detach myself from this personally, I looooove the body shape. It's soft, adorable, and reminds me a Cupie Doll which is basically the best thing ever. It's just that I have no idea how to wrap my brain around the fact that it's a projection of my body that's made to be bigger.

I suppose it's because my entire life, when I closed my eyes and imagined my body looking differently, I always saw myself becoming thinner. Smaller. What I would look like if I could just lose that weight. So to change my body in the opposite way? It's scandalous. It's not only counter-intuitive to what I've been practicing my whole life, but it seemingly sinful. Wicked, tasteless, and disgraceful. Make me fatter? What a bizarre concept!

I kind of love the fact that the image leaves me flummoxed.
It's so unexpected and I would have to say: it's a refreshingly complex idea to ponder.

What. A. Mindfuck. 
It's going to be so much fun to mentally unravel this within the next few weeks.

But enough about me! There were many other Sideshow acts that were perfectly executed!



You can view the entire series here (with fabulous carnival music to boot!)

I'm over the moon that Katy played The Human Skeleton which was created just for her after we found a photo of these two side by side:


It was just too perfect to pass up, especially since Katy and I consider each other to be opposite twins.
Wanna see my favorite original Fat Lady images from days gone by? Happy to oblige:


Oh! And if you wanted to own a copy of the entire "program" with me included inside you can here! It's kind of kick ass that Katy and I are on the same spread. I can't imagine it being any other way.

Ultimately, I'm thrilled to add this to my life resume. I love pushing boundaries, both societal and personal- which this does and did! Fuck yeah Fat Ladies! May we live, dance, and remain a glorious spectacle that inspires awe and wonder forever!

If you were to see a picture of yourself realistically photoshopped with an extra 100 pounds... what would you think? What would your response be? Would you love it or hate it? Would you adjust or fight it? Do share...

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30 YEARS OF FATVOCACY THROUGH "SHADOW ON A TIGHTROPE"


Shadow on a Tightrope was a book written thirty years ago about females and their experienced fat oppression! It was a trailblazing piece of work in a day when there weren't any of the resources that we have now. Fat!So?'s Marilyn Wann asked me to participate in an internet takeover where some of the biggest names in Fatvoacy write about this marvelous book, and I'm happy to share these posts with you!


Ragen Chastain     
Charlotte Cooper     
Peggy Elam   
Lara Frater     
Jessica    
Jeanette Miller     
Lesleigh Owen    
Golda Poretsky     
Esther Rothblum     
Jasie Stokes     

Have you read this particular book? If not, is there a fat acceptance book that changed your life? My introduction to fatty love lit was Lessons from the Fat-o-sphere. What have you read?
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GLAD YOU'RE NOT HERE! OR, WHY I NEVER SEND YOU POSTCARDS FROM HELL


I had a marvelous discussion with a friend today about why I stop myself from posting "ZOMG LIFE IS SO FUCKING HARD AND I REALLY HATE ALL THE THINGS AND I DON'T KNOW WHY I KEEP LIVING!" on the internet when, in reality, I feel this way a lot more than you'd think.

There are normal things in life that get to me just like everyone else: a tough day at work, $5000 worth of dental bills (four root canals! Yay!), a car that acts out, straight up rejection, moments of body hate, feelings of overwhelming exhaustion... yes, I have those things. I also have bad days where I know it's just my ghetto brain running on straight venom and vitirol. I'm convinced that my brain thinks it can kill me and somehow keep on living. Silly brain. But in all honesty, mental illness fucks me up, y'all. I have misfiring receptors that sometimes make me want to quit everything I love, sabotage all relationships, burn all my important papers, never get out of bed and sometimes not live at all. While these times are less than ever before, they still happen. Blech times a million.

So, since I'm all about honesty on teh interwebs, I often question myself. Why I don't write while I'm in the middle of  hell with these issues? I know for a fact that I don't want you all to think that the gal who speaks the truth is forgetting an important part of life. God knows we see enough blogs on the internet that ignore the hard stuff in the first place, and I don't wanna perpetuate any more of that glossy shit. So WHY JES? Why do you not write us while you're a hot mess?

Because.

Because it's just not constructive. For you, or for me.

Because sometimes (while it feels real to me) my mindset isn't an honest representation of life at all.

Because the perspective after the experience is worth more than the spewing of awful in the middle.

Walking the line between honest representation and destructive behavior is tricky, and takes a lot of thought on my part. I want you to know that my life can be fucking fabulous AND ridiculously hard. I want you to know that if you experience something similar, you're not alone. I want you to know that perfection doesn't exist, and that's okay. I want you to know that I have so much happy along with the so much sad. And I want to give you all of this information without it being screened through any lens that alters the integrity of my statements. I also want you to have the perspective of what happens after; what the end of the story looks like. I want you to have the full picture.

I definitely don't want to be the person who always says things like "THERE IS A SOLUTION FOR EVERYTHING AND ITS ALL GOING TO BE LISA FRANK RAINBOWS AND PRETTY BOTTLED WATER FROM FIJI AND KITTENS COVERED IN GLITTER!" because sometimes life isn't that way. BUT. Sometimes it is, and I wanna share that too. So, while I'm feeling like the ultimate Chemically Imbalanced Piece of Shit- I utilize my support system, check my medication/exercise/eating habits, surround myself with positive people, and stay busy until my brain decides it's done throwing a tantrum. Only then, when I come back, do I have things to share from the experience. And share I will!

Perspective. It's super important.

So.
I probably wont be writing you straight from Hell.
But I will pick up a postcard and send it when I get back with great anecdotes from the trip.

Want me to send you one?
I'll send you a postcard if you send me a kitten covered in glitter!
Deal?

Guys. Don't leave me hanging.
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I WEAR WHAT I WANT: BLACK LACE TO A WEDDING



I'm infatuated. It took me quite a while to choose an outfit for Liora's wedding, but once I got her permission to wear all of the black it was ON. This number is elegant. Lacy. Sleeved. Feminine and shit. It was just what I wanted. And I loved that Katy and I both accidentally ended up in similar dresses; we looked fine as hell together. Proof:



I enjoyed upstate New York for so many reasons, one of which was the actual presence of Autumn. As a gal who grew up in the desert, leaves turning colors and crisp fall breezes leave me weak in the knees.



Katy and I did our own thing throughout the wedding, often taking breathers in the coat closet (with hor d'oeurves and cocktails!) or upstairs before returning to the throngs of people in the main hall. It was necessary for maintaining our fabulousness all night long, and it left us plenty of energy for dancing!


Make a Case for Lace is the dress I'm wearing, but there are only a few left. If you don't make it in time to snag one, I've got some other options for you that I love just as much! These are the gorgeous 5 that almost made the cut (and yes, they all come in plus sizes):




Liora's wedding was one of the most beautiful events I've been to; I know it had everything to do with the company and the extraordinary amount of love that came with them. I'm honored to have been a part of it all.

Totally unrelated: I have Wrecking Ball stuck in my head on repeat and I can't get it to stop. 

Fuck.
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EXTRAVAGANT GRATITUDE FOR AN EXTRAORDINARY LIFE


I am blissfully aware that for a 27 year old kid from Tucson, I am living a life only found in dreams. No, it isn't void of hardship or heartache... but for every broken heart and barrier, there are ten beautiful counter-blessings. I need a moment to let them spill everywhere, and I chose now.

Life is definitely a dream, sweetheart.

My world has been shifting, moving, rotating, and spiraling in and out of control in the most marvelous way imaginable. I've been learning to dance, live, breathe and communicate with my shoulders back and my heart exposed. I've been embracing energy, people, projects; the good and the bad as it comes and I'll be damned if it isn't the secret to life. This all kinda sounds like hippy dippy mother earth goddess love that I'm not old enough to appreciate though, doesn't it? Well, it is. And I totally do. Meditation and conscious living have found places in my life and they've never been more welcome.

I work all day and facilitate conversation about changing the way we see the world as well as ways to better the behavioral health system. Afterwards I meet up with chicks committed to change and drink coffee while figuring out how to take over the world. I come home and do as much as I can to catch up on necessary projects, and then I enjoy peppermint hookah while I snuggle with three cats. I also take an unhealthy amount of photos of them and Instagram more than most like. I sometimes watch Sherlock in bed, and fall asleep to the hum of a heater. After sleeping a little, I do it all over again. Weekends are spent riding my bike to coffee shop get-togethers and karaokeing with gorgeous men who have stars in their eyes as they thank me repeatedly for being so sexy. Not a bad job if you can get it.

I lose my breath a bit when I think about all of the opportunities I have received and am able to participate in. A book proposal that is guided by a supportive and beautiful woman in NY. A chance to write reviews for Broadway in Tucson, allowing me to indulge my inner musical theatre enthusiast. The many offers to lecture and speak about what is closest to my heart. A "day job" that is as challenging as it is fulfilling and offers me a way to pay my bills and take care of health needs. Secret sexy photo shoots that are upcoming and exciting and experimental and will change the way we all see the world. National conferences and multiple trips across the country. Presentations followed by hugs and tears. I get to do all of these things.

Until now I've been afraid of my inbox. It's done nothing more than overwhelm and intimidate me, but since I've allowed myself to be imperfect at managing it I can now see what a beautiful thing it can be. It fills with adventures, projects, and planning meetings daily. It lets me connect with Virgie, Gala, Marianne, Tess, Louise, Substantia, and other sheros that have played an integral role in my personal evolution. It gives me great news and sends me love letters. It continues to grow and I'm starting to realize that it's a gift. Not a terror. And I'm appreciative.

I also find myself in awe daily of the women that I am surrounded by. They are some of the most beautiful, kind, compassionate, talented, and loving individuals I have known in my lifetime. I have a core group of close ladies who continually inspire me with the social awareness, dedication to getting shit done and overall positive perspective of the world AND I've also had the recent opportunity to meet a few dozen other women who have joined forces in the name of body love.

When we had our first general committee meeting to jump start the Body Love Conference I was astounded at the fact that the room filled with volunteers. Each lady capable, enthusiastic, and willing to give her time to promote world change. As I've meet with the groups (every other day it seems like!) I've come to know and love each and every one of them. Often showing up to meetings with hilarious gals who've brought banana cupcakes and a million clever ideas to share. When I'm exhausted, seeing this amount of strength + smarts makes me smile even more. I'm truly realizing the power of groups and teamwork. It's a beautiful thing.

I’ve met a community of women through Jade Beall's African Dance class (remember this post?) that have shifted the way I see the world as well. There is something so healing about sweating your ass off and then hugging a dozen women, thanking all of them for their dancing, love, and lovely energy. All of the sweat. All of the endorphins. All of the healing. And no judgments. That's the greatest part.

I’ve learned that it's okay to wear purple slips instead of blouses and rock red confetti flats after a life time of thinking this was inappropriate. I'm comfortable posting pictures of myself with a noticeable double chin because I'm no longer ashamed of this feature (BTW, did you see Rachele's illustration of fierce double chins? It's pretty great.) I dance around my house to Sara Barilliases "Brave" and consume copious amounts of pumpkin spice coffee. I go on pinball arcade dates with my little brother, revel in Arizona fall weather, and anticipate change like it’s a glorious thing. Which it is. Which it will continue to be. Which is incredible to me.

I work daily on becoming a better person; becoming more aware, educated, and sensitive to the needs of those around me. I surround myself with beauty because now I know this is the only way to happily make it through life. I challenge myself to learn new skills, think new thoughts, and try new instruments. I ask myself to share my vulnerabilities and recognize my mistakes as part of the plan. I allow life to be fucked up and hard and am sure to remind myself that this is just part of the human condition. I try my best to do no harm and take no shit and to get a little sleep in between it all.

I am exceptionally blessed and the more I focus on this... the better person I become.

That is my gratitude list. What is yours? What are you grateful for? What are your days filled with? How do you create a life full of happiness?

Give me the top three things you’re overwhelmingly grateful for… I’m all ears.
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