Peace & Love

When I was 5, my mom told me I was unique…. Special. She told me that there was no one else on earth like me and I shouldn’t expect anyone to feel the same way I do about the color yellow or lady bugs, because everyone is entitled to their own thoughts and opinions.
When I was 5, that concept made sense to me. I didn’t expect Amy and Sammy to feel the same way about my tree house as I did, and they didn’t expect me to appreciate barbies the way they did.
Why is it that I’m now in my 20’s and people seem to think pushing their opinion on everyone else is their duty? I see more posts about religion and politics on Facebook than pretty much anything else. It’s not just people stating how they feel about their religion or political preference.. No, that would be too easy… They have to tell me why their religion and political preference is far superior to mine and I’m going somewhere very unpleasant if I don’t feel the same way.
I understand feeling strongly about a subject, feeling passionate and wanting to share that. Heck, I do that all the time when it comes to animal rights! But please don’t tell me I’m a terrible person who is going to hell because I was born differently than you. Please don’t make me feel like a lesser being because I’m “unique”.
This is the planet EARTH. There are BILLIONS of people who are allowed to feel what the want to feel, think what they want to think, believe what they want to believe. That’s what makes being human so beautiful. We should embrace our differences, not start wars over them.
Why is it that this concept makes perfect sense to 5 year-olds but adults can’t quite grasp it? It really makes me sad but I guess that’s life. It was this way before me and it will be this way after me. I just don’t like it.

Anywho, I’m sorry I didn’t post last night but my tour has been AMAZING so far and I’ve loved every minute of it!!

Spread the love ❤️ Goodnight!!


You know when you turn on your computer to google ONE thing and then somehow, 50 pages later, end up on the other side of the hemisphere? Well, that’s what happened to me tonight. I was looking up Quinoa recipes that wouldn’t revert me back to my 5 year-old self and that turned into, which led to cut off shorts, pineapple shower curtains, so on and so forth… the last page I went to really bothered me. It was a site dedicated to ridiculous videos, silly meems, offensive pictures, etc. At the top of the page was a whole section dedicated to overweight girls in unflattering clothing with captions like “Caution, fatty in white pants!” and “Sexy! Sikeeee!! She’s disgusting.” and much worse. I am just completely baffled as to how people can be so cruel! Very few people wake up in the morning and decide to become morbidly obese overnight. As you know, I have battled with weight myself, and I can tell you, being called “fatty” is not fun!

There was a letter going around facebook last month addressed to “the fatty on the track”. It was supposed to have a positive message because the woman writing the letter was cheering her on, however, calling her “fatty” was not the appropriate way to go about it. I’m so tired of hearing that word!! FATTY! What is that!?!? I feel much better after losing 20+ lbs because I did not feel comfortable in my own skin. My body wasn’t functioning properly, my clothes didn’t fit, I just didn’t feel like myself. But I do know plenty of women who are overweight and GORGEOUS!! In fact, they’re probably the most beautiful women I’ve ever met! So all of you name callers who love to use the F word, you can suck it! They wouldn’t date you anyway. 

The same goes for you skinny-shamers. It’s not ok to make someone feel bad just because they’re skinny. I get that our culture is changing and curves are “in”. I love that! However, I would never insult a size 0 just because I’m not one. It’s not fair, don’t do it.

How about we make a pact, here and now, to never bash someone’s appearance. Even if you don’t do it out loud, you’re putting it out into the universe. The more we love the people we meet, the better the world will be. And don’t forget to love yourself. You’re beautiful.