Category Archives: Chitlins

Chasing Dreams vs. Size One Jeans

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It’s sad to me when I see beautiful women with the world in their hands practically chanting ‘thin, thin, thin’ as if that’s the motto. When did society get to decide your shape? And when did it become all you care about? What about your hopes & dreams? Imagine the life you can create for yourself if you simply put the energy focused on being thin towards your personal goals. I promise you’d catch yourself forgetting all about having the ‘perfect figure’ because people would be looking up to you as a person of success vs. you always looking down on yourself to check the number on the scale. That will come from hard work–it comes from being strong. 

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Ladies, I am young & many of you are as well. I just want you to know that you have the whole world in your hands! And someday, if it’s part of your journey (for many of you it already has been), you will be given the gift of motherhood. My main concern is this: how can we expect to teach our children self-love, respect, and proper care for their bodies when we are practicing habits that rebel against all of those things & more?

And to set the record straight, it is not just women who struggle with insecurities rooting from their physical appearance. Men have just as hard of a time although they might express it differently or not at all. So, this isn’t just for the ladies, this is for all of the handsome and capable men out there as well.

Put your dreams before your jeans. Stop telling yourself you can’t. Eat healthy, stay active, be positive and always stay focused on what really matters. Life is a balancing act & nobody is perfect. But if you can open your eyes to all of your potential and run with it I’m sure you’ll catch yourself having those rewarding “this is absolutely perfect” moments quite often. Once you control your mind you can conquer your body.

Don’t look back. You are amazing & you’re worth it. Go. 

Motherhood & Tough Lessons to Teach

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These two posts written by C. Jane Kendrick are quick & powerful; Both took my breathe away while I was reading them and I loved it. As always, I hope you love them as much as I do. I believe there is a great & beautiful lesson to be learned from them.

[ click the text below to be linked to each post ]

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It will be years (+ a couple more for precaution) before I begin the journey of motherhood — But I’d be lying if I said my chitlin won’t have this onesie.

I hope you’re having one of those days where you get things done that have been bugging you for weeks. I know that’s how my day is going, and it feels so good.

All my love, Bee 

A Mothers Prayer

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Tina Fey is good but I didn’t know she was this good. She wrote this “mothers prayer” for her 5-year-old daughter Alice in her memoir Bossypants. It’s the perfect mixture of sweet, silly, and sappy — how could I not share? This sheds light on what a mother’s love, worries & undeniable understanding of her daughter looks like. Plus we all know I’m a sucker for mother-daughter themed things. It’s okay, you’re allowed to laugh your ass off AND cry… yes, even if you’re at your desk at work. Blame it on the allergie, works like a charm every time.

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her

When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes and not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it. (my personal favorite)

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. 

“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.”
― Tina Fey, Bossypants