*Repeat the affirmation below if video isn’t your thing:
Yes, shit has been messy—lately.
My life hasn't looked like an episode of Leave It To Beaver.
That show in the ‘50s about a “perfect” suburban family—
I've never seen the show personally.
It was canceled in the early ‘60s
Do you know why?
Because it was boring.
Because nothing is interesting or compelling about perfection
At least NOT to me
At least NOT to my people.
And I don't really give a shit about what anyone else thinks besides myself—
and my people.
And I especially don't give a shit about the opinions of those who are judgmental.
I am not judgmental.
My people are not judgmental.
NO—we don't move through life believing that there is *one* path to take.
That there is *one* iteration of beauty.
That success is only defined by what you *have.*
We see beauty in the breakdown.
We see beauty in the struggle.
We see beauty in having gone for it.
We see beauty in vulnerability.
What is more beautiful than a person who is willing to show up and be seen without having any control over the result?
What is more beautiful than saying “I love you” first and being uncertain if you aren't ever going to hear it back?
What is more beautiful than having your heart broken?
What is more beautiful than grieving someone you loved with every fiber of your being and then lost?
What is more beautiful than grieving messily?!
Of letting it all hang out.
Of being kooky and weird and loud or wearing bows in your hair
because you're honoring whatever strange place that in you're in
and sometimes that strange place makes you do awesome shit—
like, wear bows when you want to wear bows.
Or crying in public.
Or giving it all up for LOVE and FAMILY and FRIENDS!
Because security—marriage, work, career—
it's all an illusion anyway.
The only real security is the security you have is in the love you have for yourself, your passions, and the love of the people who have impacted you.
Everything else can be taken away.
Marriages fall apart, jobs become redundant, and money is fleeting, babe.
But love can never be taken from you.
Even if the person you love leaves you or dies—
love is one of those things that's intangible.
It's an energy.
It's my energy.
And the biggest curmudgeon in the world can not vampire my energy.
It is too powerful
I'm the gatekeeper of my energy.
And only love is inside of this energy field.
And I've got an abundance of LOVE.
Love for myself.
My people.
Strangers on the street I catch eyes with from time to time.
I've got love for the mess, the struggle, the good fight, the people out there doing good, trying their best, the friendships built on nothing but connection—genuine connection—what is a greater currency than genuine connection?
And right now in this moment, I'm so connected.
I'm so connected to my truth. To my spirit. To the goodness inside of me. To my pain. To your pain. To my sparkle. To your sparkle. To her sparkle. To their sparkle.
In fact, I've got MORE sparkle in my life than the Cartier Store on Rodeo Drive.
I'm the richest bitch in Hollywood.
I'm rich in the things that will never be taken or snatched away from me.
And I feel sorry for people who live with blinders on—who can only see one destination. Who will never understand the epic beauty of taking the backroads in life.
Yeah, I've taken some really hard falls in my life.
I'm a bit bruised up, I'm a bit banged up, yes.
But falling hard only means I had the courage to climb to a really high place!
And the beautiful views I saw up there—
Was well worth the pain of the fall.
And I'm not hiding my bruises.
Because how will I ever heal for real
If I keep covering up the wounds?
With pretty pink band-aids.
I'm airing them out.
Proudly.
And MY people think that's pretty cool.
My people don't think exposed scars are anything to be ashamed of.
And when I show my scars
I give permission for everyone else to show theirs.
And when are scars are free to shine—
The shame dissipates.
And when there is no shame
We get to connect.
On the deepest level.
And like I said—connection is the greatest currency.
And I might have lost a few big things in my life—
But I have so much connection.
So YES—I'm the richest girl in Hollywood.
I'm the sparkliest fucking diamond on Rodeo.
And I am so proud of who I am.
I love myself.
I forgive myself for letting these bitches get to me.
I'm a sensitive person.
But I'm a strong person.
In fact—you can't have one without the other
And there's nothing more powerful or valuable to the world than a woman with a PAST.
We're dangerous.
That's why they judge.
They know our power.
And now—in this moment WE KNOW IT TOO.
I am standing in my power.
I am exposing my stunningly beautiful scars.
I am owning my story.
And I look fucking HOT even when I'm crying.
Especially when I'm crying.
And this week I will not apologize or dull it down or make myself small.
I will SHINE like the top of the Chrysler building in Manhattan.
And when I let myself shine—
my light
radiates and glitters over all the messy fabulous girls out there who have let someone else's narrow perspective of how a woman should be get in their head!
I let them know it's safe to shine.
And then we all shine together.
And set the world on FIRE.
Messy babes, we're driving the car now.
And the path we took might've had a lot of twists and turns and misadventures along the way—
but it's leading us to a magical destination.
So everyone else watch out.
The pendulum has shifted.
We're in the driver's seat in all our messy beautiful sexy HOT nuanced GLORY
AND SO IT FUCKING IS.
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