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Treat Yo' Self


Today is a Monday, which generally speaking tends to bring groans and moans. However, today, I want you to treat yourself.

A friend of mine e-mailed me this morning and said "I feel fat and gross today! Blech!", and I 100% get it. I agonized for an embarrassingly long time (read: 20 freaking minutes) about what to wear to the gym because I felt like a fat face in everything I put on.

I agonized over what to wear to the gym. THE. GYM. I ended up putting on a baggy shirt, then deciding it was too baggy and I looked like a bag lady (see what I did there? Eh? Eh? Shut up it's early.). In my mind, I couldn't win in what to wear to go get sweaty in. How lame, right?

Somedays we just hate how we look. If you're a woman, it's probably an innate feeling that you have a hard time shaking. If you're a man, you probably still have days like that. I'm sorry for all of us for those days when we feel fat and gross and want to wear a trash bag to the gym.

So. On this day November 18th in the year of our Lord two-thousand and thirteen, I give you full permission to love the crap outta yourself and not worry about the "bad" stuff. Get a little vain about stuff.

Do you have enviable eyebrows? TREAT YO' SELF.
Do you have legs for days? TREAT YO' SELF.
Do you have shiny hair that's adorable from a new haircut? TREAT YO' SELF.
Are you a nice person? TREAT YO' SELF.

Even in my darkest days of depression, I knew that I liked my eyes and my hair. So today if I were in a situation where was I was hating myself and feeling blobby, I would focus on my eyes and my hair. Get specific about complimenting yourself. Go all Ryan Gosling on yourself if you need to. "Hey girl, your eyes reflect your shirt beautifully".

Ryan Gosling just gets us, I swear. 
So friends. Go love yourself. It's Monday, but you're still a spectacular person- even if you feel blobby. I promise you don't smell, and I promise you're lookin' like a fox. =)

Here are some obscenely encouraging/uplifting videos to make you feel good about your day. Also, "Phat Miley" is my ridiculously talented friend Liz who inspires me on a regular basis. True story. Go check out her Etsy shop to buy some LOVE stuff.

This chick literally rips the words "Fat" and "Cellulite" off her body as she dances to an empowering song. Holla. 

Yeah that's right, she made a fake album cover for the video screen still. She's the boss. 


Beautiful model with some beautiful words to say. 

There's a smidge of language. Wear headphones if you're at work or around small children. 

Enjoy your Monday treating yourself. Love you kids. Love yourselves.

<3
A Redhead

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