Intrepid Her

Me & .being.wellness after a saucy ceremony💞This woman exudes brilliance, she walks in the room and knows her worth
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Do you know the song by Sammy Kershaw, “she don’t know shes beautiful”?

Essentially its about a woman who walks around having zip idea how lovely she actually is, walking into bars and down the street and not knowing why people are whistling at her

Well, I used to sing that song over and over to myself. I wanted so bad to be that woman, I wanted to have someone singing how gorgeous I was. I wanted another persons validation because I couldn’t give it to myself

I don’t think that sentiment is rare in women. Its an epidemic of slighting our abilities and not owning up to our brilliance

and the beginning of this epidemic can be traced back to some point in childhood

Because my daughters are confident as hell for the most part

They are not afraid to dance when everybody is looking, or share about a really great piece of art they did, or say “i look really good in this dress”

I don’t know when, why, or how it happens but some which way on the path to young adulthood we lose sight of the inner knowledge that we are BRILLIANT

We start listening more to everybody else’s garble and less to our bodies KNOWING

🌵Lets get back to that knowing
🌵Lets sing “fack yes I know I’m beautiful”
🌵Let’s celebrate our individuality, our differences and our unique BRILLIANCE

I used to worry a lot a lot a lot

I would worry about..

what to do with my free time, my body, wrinkles, never having enough time, how to get everything done, only eating certain foods, what others would think, looking a certain way, getting into intimate conversations and having to speak about myself and my dreams and desires, the future, money, taking charge and initiative, making the first move, looking stupid, my body functions, letting my needs be known, being vulnerable, peoples perceptions of me

Worry was a full time job for me
And I wasn’t getting paid for it

All my worrying left me feeling stuck, empty, and alone

I couldn’t let people get too close to me, they might see the real me..and that was scary

So I numbed instead of facing my issues. I drank heavily 🍻slept around carelessly 🛌 and ran off for the next adventure obsessively 🚵🏻‍♀️

There is always a catalyst to evolution, to change- something that rocks the moment and cracks the fissures wide enough to allow in something more

Mine came and I knew I had to get out of my rutted old ways
It took years and it continues to be a process as new lights get shown on old wounds
But I am committed

Committed to living by my own beliefs, creating my own stories, being my own heroine, and continually moving my most authentic pieces of self into the outside world🔥

Moving my aliveness and pleasure from the inside->out

Journey to Embodied Pleasure is my 3 month coaching package

We will address all the worries
All the ruts
All of your deep desires
And all the pleasure that’s meant to be experienced
From the inside->out

Let’s do this 🌵
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