Are you ready for this!?!
I was so excited by the great response to my post Wednesday about seriously and officially owning it. Would you look at all this owning going on?
Laura — Owning her first half-marathon! She owned that she made the decision while tipsy, didn’t consult friends, and that she’s worried about her knee. I adore this woman.
Meredith — Owning all her choices, including rediscovering her inner writer and the fact that yes, sometimes she trips and burns her toast.
Missy — Owning the things she’s been unable to post on her blog before. She drinks more than one drink most nights, doesn’t like to spend more than five minutes cooking dinner, and dates a guy her family doesn’t approve of. And she’s not sorry.
Bess — This girl knows how to own it, so she rounded up her past posts with examples!
Caitlin — Possession…I got chills when I read this. It was like I could just feel how much she wanted to say these things and how good it felt for her to put it out there.
Libby — She moved for love! A woman of my own heart.
Eunice — Owned that her life isn’t all rainbows and kittens. I love when bloggers start getting real like this.
Anna — What didn’t she own in this post? I love that she owned “my life is awesome.” Too many people work hard to be happy…and then try to downplay how awesome that happiness feels!
Heather — The girl ate chicken. Not always easy to blog about when you’re a former vegetarian, but she owned it!
Andrea — Owned her love of Crossfit and called BS on everyone who refuses to strength train. Love it!
Kate — She thinks running sucks. The nerve!
Janna — Just keeping it real. Thank you for owning that Blizzards taste good.
Kristen — Gained some weight. Dieted too hard. Oops. Sometimes you mess up. She owned it.
Sarah — Blew off training for a race to get straight As in school. Smarty pants. I like it.
Heather — She’s a raging feminist and left her corporate job to be a personal trainer. She’s one of my BFFs.
Angela — Is high and low maintenance and makes a huge mess when she cooks. Love that she’s high maintenance and low maintenance…I soo get it!
Summer — “I may not be fast, I may not run the whole time, but I am a runner. You think chubby girls can’t run? Don’t be ridiculous. I own my slowness. Get on my level.” Um, YES! Get that half-marathon, girl!
Jackie — Loves to eat. Sometimes two dinners. Isn’t a vegan. Isn’t sorry. She gets it.
Elisabeth — Total hardass, yet wants to own a tiny bakery. Look at her apron. I adore her!
Via Facebook & Twitter…
Christine: Sorry I’m not sorry that I pretty much can’t stand most “health bloggers” because it’s like reading a giant ad for their Open Sky shop daily and reading about their oatmeal and gross food combinations I’d never eat. Sorry I’m not sorry their…vivid accounts of using 500 kinds of bowls to eat their oatmeal daily (Oh! But I can buy the same bowl as them! So that they can make their living off…wait for it…writing about their oatmeal? Not fair, why am I going to college again?) doesn’t enrich my life in any way.
Manon: I’m owning being 33, single & HAPPY ABOUT THAT. Yes, I’m picky — no, I won’t settle. Sorry, I’m not sorry.
Jennifer: Per Rachel Wilkerson’s request: Sorry I’m Not Sorry that I’ve lost 46 lbs. so far this year!! I totally support having a healthy body image and body acceptance, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t try to lose weight and be healthier. I OWN IT!
Elizabeth (my best friend): I’m 25 years old dating a 49 year-old man and have never been more in love, confident, and secure in a relationship in my life. Sorry I’m not sorry he’s twice my age, Mom, and everyone else with your disapproving stares. I’m just going to own it.
You CAN break up with friends. I broke up with a friend I used to call my ‘older sister’ because she meddled in my private affairs, betrayed our friendship, and became worthy of being referred to as (and for the sake of your blog I’ll be PC) the c-bomb. Sorry I’m not sorry.
Speaking of the c-bomb, I drop that word on a regular basis. Maybe it’s because my ancestors are British and Irish; maybe I just have a lot of stress to relieve and it makes me feel a smidgen better every time. But yes, I’m educated, pretty, and classy, and yes, I drop the c-bomb 1-2 times every 24 hours. Sometimes more if shit’s hard. Sorry I’m not sorry.
Chandra: I am owning the fact that I am not a great blogger anymore. And I’m about to own a pre-noon glass of wine.
Jackie: I love Ke$ha. Sorry, I’m not sorry.
Go read the posts above and then read the comments; clearly, this is a message a lot of women need to hear!
And if you haven’t owned it yet, please do. Like, now. It’s about guilt-free decisions and you being who you are. You’ll feel better afterward, trust me.
Can’t wait to read more!