Monthly Archives: April 2011
five things i learned from not straightening my hair for 40 days.
Well. I did it! I successfully fasted my flat iron for Lent. In case you missed it, my reasoning behind this fast was to attempt to fall in love with the wavy hair God gave me and finally be rid of the compulsion to flatten it out with a burning hot iron before being seen in public.
Did I get there? Well, not exactly. On Easter morning, I promptly shot out of bed and cheerfully began the hair-straightening ritual. I switched on my Chi and sectioned my hair off while I waited for the ceramic to heat up.
So. What did I learn? Continue reading
Filed under faith, God, gushes, life, transformation
in defense of celebrities.
On weeks where I don’t particularly love my appearance it’s most likely because I’m comparing it to that of Scarlett Johansson. (Why Scarlett, you ask? Well, partly because my husband has mentioned how hot she is and partly because I feel like in the normal world, we’re in the same beauty pigeon-hole. That is, we’re both blonde-haired and blue-eyed with big boobs. She just somehow manages to do it way better than I do.)
BUT! We must remember that underneath stage makeup/Photoshop/personal stylists, celebrities are actually people. Take Scarlett Johansson, for instance. While I spend hours staring longingly Scarlett, wishing on every star that twinkles that one day I could wake up and look like her, she is a regular woman. Just like me. We’re on the same team. We probably both stress about random zits and menstrual cramps and unruly eyebrows and uncomfortable bras. Continue reading
Filed under gushes, life, rants, transformation
when other people don’t get it.
Recently, someone found out through the grapevine (blogosphere?) that I struggle with body image issues. She immediately assumed I needed help losing weight and so without asking me how I felt, she ran up to me and started telling me about how I just need to eat less and it would solve all of my problems. Continue reading
Filed under food bytes, life, lindsay vs. food, rants
your body is your baby.
I get questioned a lot on this subject as a self-love warrior. If I tell someone I’ll be late to something because I’m going for a run or that I can’t meet them for lunch at Burgers R Us because I packed something healthy, they might reply with, “Why bother? As a self-love warrior (is that what you call yourself?) you’re supposed to love yourself the way you are, right? What’s the point diet and exercise? Here. Eat a burger and drink nine beers. You love yourself. Just do it.” Continue reading
Filed under food bytes, life, rants, running
