Today is a Love kind of day

There is no particular reason,
even tequila is not to blame, yesterday was National Tequila Consumption day aka Cinco De Mayo!
For the the pure joy of love today
I just feel it in my heart, my finger tips and toes

I am blessed that I can love
I am better because I chose love
I love to love

Credit... again

"Love grows by giving.
The love we give away is the only love we keep.
The only way to retain love is to give it away.” ~Elbert Hubbard

Love This.


I love when I find myself lost in the things other people love...
I don't consider myself really artistic
Though its something I wish I was

Maybe because I tell myself I'm not, I don't try
I have decided this week that we are our own wall
Most the time, we tell ourselves we can't do it, we aren't capable
Though, everyone else out there tells yes, Yes you can!

I want to be better about telling myself
You are more than capable and deserving to find your passions, live your dreams, dream your future.


Body Image

When I was younger my Dad had a little saying...
He would tell me 'I was beautiful', and he would say
"If a boy ever tells you, 'you're beautiful' look at him and say,
 'My daddy tells me that every day, tell me something I don't already know!'"

I remember when I was little, I knew I was 'fuller' than my friends  

I had a bigger butt
My legs were never as small
I had an hourglass figure at the age of 8
I mean I had bangs that made me look like I had a mullet
Yes Marisa, I admit it...
I was just bigger...

But it didn't seem to matter then
I loved spending time with my friends
all the different sizes we were
I noticed our differences
But I didn't compare them
or think someone else's feature were superior over the other.

Now I notice and compare
I think about how I wish I had
Those legs
That butt
Smaller hips
Bigger boobs...

When do our issues with body image begin?

Why do they start? Who puts its in our heads?
Media, society, friends, parents, parents friends, something internal?
This sounds like something I would have discussed in my gender communications class or a topic for a sociology paper...

Don't get me wrong...
Its not a constant thing,
and for the most part,
I am happy with my body
But sometimes, dissatisfaction boils up  

Confidence, self esteem those things are taught
My parents have done a wonderful job of that.
But, I can't help but compare, knit pick, dream
about what my idea of the perfect body is...

Its tough being a girl
You go to the gym,
to be better
to feel better
to live better
but then you go home and eat chocolate because
that girl has better...
gym clothes!

I don't know why this has been on my heart the last few days
I have been making better choices
I should feel like my efforts are helping, not making it worse
There is a chance its because the other night I jiggled when I know I shouldn't have
 (my butt jiggled when I was brushing my teeth, I know that is not supposed to be a full body exercise!!!!)
It might have to do with the bathing suit shopping via victoriasecret dot com
be careful... going to that website has side effects that include and are not limited too 
eating a whole bag of milk chocolate covered toffee popcorn from trader joes... enough said.

But it seems to be a hot topic, especially in the last few days with other blogs I read
One inparticular, yes and yes 
The other day there was a guest post  that resonated with me
I had been particularly hard on myself that day
About all my perfect imperfections

And what I learned was...
When my confidence isn't at its normal level
When I am feeling especially bad about a certain area of my body
I want to remember to appreciate it
Anyone could be someone's idea of 'perfect'
even me...

I may not have the best legs
but my legs get me out of bed everyday, dance the night away with my friends, hike camelback with my best friend.
I may not have perfectly toned arms
but my arms let me hug my family, friends and pick up my niece, they allow me serve others and explore life.
I may not have the most rockin' body
but my body is capable, its beautiful, its mine.
It might not be, or ever be like the Victoria Secret Models
but I want to appreciate my body.

Even on the days I have trouble with my body image
I want to appreciate it for what it is!


48. Sooo you're telling me, I'm not gonna die from this?

One reason I say that heartbreak is not contagious is because
I thought it was at one point...
When I was heartbroken,
So were three of my other friends.

It was almost like there was a Summertime conspiracy between our then boyfriends
All of us had our hearts broken within three weeks of each other
Ranging from one year- four years of togetherdom.
At the time, I thought maybe it was contagious.

Its not.

Also, contrary to popular belief
It doesn't kill ya... Like that saying, what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
Its funny when those types of sayings prove to be true

It gets better.
It doesn't hurt for as long as you thought it would
There are even times that you see the light at the end of the tunnel
Then you find someone worth being better for again
There is a reason for all the pain
So you appreciate Love more than you did before

It all depends what you do with the experience.
Are you going to let it bring you down and defeat you?
Or are you going to tell yourself,
This is an opportunity to be better?
This is a chance to live the life you have always wanted?

It hurts. Its not fun.
But its not contagious. Or a terminal illness.

And then, it doesn't hurt. And life is fun again.
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