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Books: Fat Girl Walking

Bathtime

What seems like an eternity ago, I came across a blog on the innernette.  I shall link to that particular blog post, because it still makes me laugh out loud to this day, and when I introduce friends to this person it’s still the post I share.  Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce: BRITTANY GIBBONS, of Brittany, Herself.

By now you may have seen Brittany on any number of television shows, such as the Today Show, Dr. Oz, or Steve Harvey. What she’s plugging on these shows, is not her book, but body confidence in all.  The book is just gravy.

I’ve read the book, in the bath tub (as seen above, notably between shaving my legs and using my full body strength to shred my nasty feet of dry skin) and at the pool.  I’m sure when I read it in public people thought I was in need of medication, because I was displaying the full range of emotions within about 2 minutes, page after page.  This book is so honest and raw, so touching, so funny, and so full of love.

Here’s the honest truth: I was struggling.  I had gained weight, lots of it, and was at my highest point.  I had become uncomfortable in my own skin.  I couldn’t look in the mirror.  My sex life was dwindling- not because my husband was less attracted to me, but because I was so afraid of that happening that I didn’t want to let him see me. Even my familial relationships and friendships were effected.  I didn’t want to see people I hadn’t seen in a long time because I didn’t want to be seen at all.  So I avoided going home for visits, or if I did go home, I didn’t want to go to local stores or restaurants for fear of running into people.  Honestly, I didn’t want to be seen.  I didn’t feel worthy of being seen.  I was so afraid of being judged, of being F-A-T.

I had taken to only wearing sweatpants and very large mens’ sized tee shirts.  I didn’t even want to leave the house most of the time. It had gotten really, REALLY bad.  I remember the day that I found Brittany’s blog, the one that I linked to above.  I remember seeing her headshot on the top, and thinking how pretty she was.

I thought, ‘Ugh, but she’s probably one of those skinny beauties who I will have nothing more in common with, and who won’t know anything about my struggles‘.

But I Googled her.  And I found her TED Talk.

Mind.  Blown.

She was like me.  She wasn’t some prim and perfect supermodel that I couldn’t relate to in any way.  She was a human.  I was hooked from then on.  I connected to her on social media, she is SUPER approachable.  I joined a group she had created, and found an entire community of women who felt like me.  Even though we all weren’t the same, different sizes, lifestyles, families, etc.  But there was a common bond, and through that group and Brittany, herself (see what I did there? 😉 ) I changed my own mind.  I began to look for things that made me feel good, “despite” my weight.  And I did that until “despite” wasn’t an issue.  I simply felt good.  And when I felt good, things changed.  I started doing more for myself:  makeup, clothing, working out.  Life was better.

Life is still getting better.

I’m down 40 pounds from where I was when I found Brittany, but I’m still that same person sometimes.  And when that happens, I have support to help me through it.  And now I have support I can carry in a bag with me: The book.

I feel like I might be a smidge biased, as I do consider Brittany a personal friend now, but I know I’d have loved this book regardless.  If you’re struggling with loving yourself for whatever reason, or you just want a good laugh, give the book a read.  I think you’ll find something to connect with in it no matter what your size.

Fat Girl Walking by Brittany Gibbons


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No, thank you.

My favorites- Thin Mints and Savannah Smiles

I love Girl Scout Cookies.  

Thin Mints are my JAM!  I could eat a sleeve in under 30 seconds, easy.  Those suckers melt in your mouth, yo!  We also enjoy Savannah Smiles and Tag-a-longs in this house.  And I’ll buy them every single time they’re being sold.  I’ll buy them from friends whose children are in the organization, or I’ll buy them from a booth in front of a store.  Or both.  

(Okay, always both.)

I don’t care about their politics.  Maybe that’s because I’m pretty flippin’ liberal when it comes to just about everything in life.  I have friends and family who disagree with me on this, and that’s fine.  It’s one of the beautiful things about life – We can all disagree.

But the reality of the situation is that the girls in the Girl Scout organization aren’t in it for politics.  They’re in it to learn.  They’re in it to better themselves and their communities.  That’s something that shouldn’t be discouraged, it should be celebrated!

Unfortunately that’s not always the case.  I’d like to share with you my friend’s experience from a few weeks ago:

“On Sunday, my daughter’s troop was selling Girl Scout Cookies outside of a store. When a man approached the door, the girls politely asked him, ‘Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?’ His response was, ‘No, I don’t support abortion.’

My friend followed this fella into the store, and she let him know how disgusting his behavior was.

And really, could it be any more inappropriate to say something like that to a child?  Would he also tell a cheerleader who might be selling chocolate bars as a fundraiser for her program that he won’t purchase because he can’t stand the obvious lesbian undertones and subliminal messages of the Egyptian government displayed when the girls support each other in the shape of a pyramid?

Because honestly, that’s just as ludicrous as telling a 7-year old that you won’t buy cookies from her because you don’t support abortion.  She doesn’t “support abortion” either.  As a 7-year old child she probably didn’t even know what abortion was!  But she will now, thanks to him.

If you disagree with the politics at the top of the Girl Scout organization, that’s fine.  And certainly, you don’t have to support them financially by buying the cookies.  But you also don’t have to crush a child, introduce them to concepts they don’t know and possibly aren’t mature enough to understand even when it is explained to them, and make yourself look like a complete ass in the process.  In fact, if you come across some of these adorable girls somewhere, and you’re not interested in purchasing for WHATEVER reason, how about you just smile and say, “No, thank you.”

They’re working for something, learning important skills and independence, and they don’t need some random person’s fears and inadequacies put on their shoulders or in their heads.

“No, thank you.”  The end.