Empowered, reflection

Permission To Rise

Selfishness makes you get down in the dirt and dig for what's really meant to be in your life and what's not. It's the place you're too scared to go. It is something I hope everyone can experience the power of.

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Body Positivity vs. Body Shaming: The Fine Line, When We Cross It, And How Not To

Body Positivity vs. Body Shaming: The Fine Line, When We Cross It, And How Not To

Empowered, Girl Power, reflection, Uncategorized

24

As my 24th year on this earth comes to a close, I look back on the past year and honestly think only one thing: I thought I had grown during grad school, but boy was I wrong. Hey grads, get ready. Put your big kid pants on. Life outside of school is literally the weirdest, happiest and saddest experience you could ever imagine.

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Let’s Call It An Identity Crisis

Close your eyes. Let's imagine for a little while. Imagine that you are in transition. Imagine that you have spent the entirety of your young adult life between the same two towns, one of which you grew up in. Now imagine you are leaving both of those places for a brand new one. Imagine that you… Continue reading Let’s Call It An Identity Crisis

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Turning Pounds to Kilos

You heard me! This CrossFitter turned into a Weightlifter this weekend for my very first weightlifting meet. I am so proud of myself. As a 63kg lifter (or 138.6lb for those, like me, who still have a very limited ability to multiply by 2.2), I made a 122kg total (my highest snatch + clean & jerk) and made… Continue reading Turning Pounds to Kilos

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With Calloused Hands…

I love a lot of things about CrossFit. (I blog about it, so I better). I see it as a metaphor for a lot of other aspects of my life, as I've mentioned in plenty of other posts. A recent CrossFit Inc. video posted on Facebook caught my attention this afternoon. It's a compellation of… Continue reading With Calloused Hands…

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“Former Child Athlete”

I didn't think I'd ever be considered an "athlete" again after I stopped playing soccer in high school. An athlete, to me, was someone who played competitively. An athlete was someone who had been playing for years. Who spent Sunday mornings at games and Sunday afternoons with her feet soaking in a foot-sized pedicure tub… Continue reading “Former Child Athlete”