Grooming in public is rarely acceptable. I have always felt this way secretly, but I was recently inspired to publicly declare it after sitting next to a woman who filed her nails and combed her hair onto me throughout our entire 2-hour flight to NYC. At first I tried to talk myself out of my anger and disgust: “Maybe I’m too sensitive,” I thought as I stared at her nail dust and hairs on my lap. Then I got on the subway and ran smack into this sign, part of the MTA’s Courtesy Counts campaign. And now that I’ve been 100% vindicated by a public transportation ad, let’s get into specifics…
Overwhelmed would be the only word to describe how I feel from the immense response I’ve received to my Fat Bitch post. I had so much anxiety about hitting “Publish”, and I was sorry the second I did – sorry I made myself vulnerable; sorry I showed my scary side that was quick to yell and scream at a person; sorry I was passionate and unbuttoned – something I’ve been reluctant to do so far on Belle Meets World.
Today, a man called me a Fat Bitch. I hope I won’t offend my parents, my readers, or my co-workers in the use of strong language in such a public forum, but if I use symbols to signify the words I mean each time, we’ll all be distracted from what I really have to say. And I really need to say it. If curse words offend you, please stop here.
Confession – I often find myself with the Sunday blues, feeling anxious and agitated about the week ahead. Work has been pretty stressful lately, making my weekends oh so precious and my weeks oh so long. I simply can’t afford to spend an entire day of my valuable weekend time feeling sad and worried! Instead, what I can do is take steps to increase my confidence that I can wake up on Monday (and everyday) and kill it at my day job while also enjoying my down time. The key to doing this lies in my morning rituals – just a few sacred moments and practices each day that allow me to set myself and my day up for success.
Confession: my birthday has always been a quietly sad occasion for me. Not because I’m getting older – that’s bound to happen – but because it’s always felt indulgent to celebrate myself. I’d rather spend that time criticizing who I’ve become because that is what we do as women. It’s dumb and counterproductive and sad. NO MORE. This year, I wanted to be happy and to have a wonderful day – because I was born, because I’m still alive, and because there is much more to do. It was time to let go of the Birthday Blues, once and for all. Read on to see how I did it!
I am so excited to be partnering today with Gently Loved Jewelry to gush about one of my favorite topics – vintage jewelry! And the best part is that we’re GIVING AWAY A BEAUTIFUL VINTAGE RING to one lucky reader. But first – let’s talk about sparkly things and how to get them for less money.