I love infomercials. The promise of a quick-fix, an easy-to-purchase, come to your doorstep solution for whatever is keeping your life from being what you want it to be. As I kid I begged my mom to buy multiple TV pitches, and she obliged, in an effort to teach me that too-good-to-be-true is often just
Learning how to like what you see in the mirror doesn’t have to be overwhelming or feel impossible. Here are 4 easy ways to start liking your reflection from someone who suffered severe body dysmorphia but now has learned to like her body, her reflection and herself.
I have a secret weapon that has accelerated my personal growth. It is also responsible for the majority of the healing in my life—healing from an eating disorder, from trauma, from sexual assault, from despair. My heart doesn’t always feel encouraged, or strong, but there’s a tool I use to activate peace in my heart,
When you switch your perspective about “failure” everything about your confidence (and your follow through) changes. The more you become friends with failure, the more free, and HAPPY, you will be.
It’s on trend, wine advent calendars. But, if you live in the United States they are practically impossible to come by, unless you make your own. There are a few purchasing options available in select areas of the US, but even though I started my search early in October, I didn’t manage to snag any,
HOW TO STOP BELIEVING THAT YOU DON’T BELONG I was a social loser as a kid. No one knew it, but I was. On paper, technically I had lots of friends. I had a great group of teammates and church friends, and my brother was my best friend. No matter what I did
I didn’t want to have kids: I was scared I would majorly mess them up. Or, at least I had convinced myself of that before I started dating my husband. When Brandon and I met he wanted 7 kids and I wanted none. He is a man who knew that he wanted to be a
Emotional eating can feel impossible to stop, almost as if you were powerless as you executed your own self-sabotage. You feel that tug on the inside of your heart. It’s a swirly feeling, a tiny tornado of stress, fear, disappointment, anxiety, insecurity, self-doubt and resignation. Sometimes it comes out of nowhere and sometimes you know
I have a secret mom confession. Or maybe it’s the confession of just being a woman, or perhaps a recovering perfectionist, but whatever category this fall into, I think it’s something that I’m not alone in feeling. I just want to know that I’m doing good enough. Am I right? I mean, theoretically, I know I
There’s nothing more amazing than being a mom. There’s also nothing more exhausting. I’m posting this after a sleepless mom night and, as my energy drags a little today I am thankful that my natural glow doesn’t suffer from the lack of sleep the way it would if I wasn’t using Beautycounter products. So, with