Tattoos are beautiful pieces of art that oftentimes bring healing. I got my tattoo- a little cross on my ribcage- after a horrific attack I endured in March. Watch one amazingly strong breast-cancer survivor on her journey to healing through the magic of tattoos.

Don’t let this be you. You have the power to control how you feel and how you see yourself. Even when the wind blows…. You are beautiful

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Don’t let this be you. You have the power to control how you feel and how you see yourself. Even when the wind blows…. You are beautiful

Don’t lose your spark. Today is your day to shine. Beauty-in-life.

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Don’t lose your spark. Today is your day to shine. Beauty-in-life.

Remember that time that Michelle Akin did an interview with us? Yeah, me, too. :)

Bathroom stall got it right!

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Bathroom stall got it right!

Fears

So right now I’m on vacation with my family. It’s a blast being with my brother and cousins all under one roof, going to the beach, and laughing our butts off every five seconds.

While this is all great, let me just mention that I am neither preppy nor athletic. My brother, along with ALL of my cousins, are BOTH preppy and athletic. While this doesn’t bother them, I tend to be very self-conscious about it.

Today, my family decided to try watersports. I had an option between kayaking and paddle-boarding. Immediately, I chose kayaking. It was something I had done before and didn’t require a ton of athletic experience. I was comfortable with it. If I chose paddle-boarding, I would most likely fall and embarrass myself. Not to mention, I’d be standing in my bathing suit, totally exposed to everyone around me. That’s not exactly my idea of fun.

But while we were renting the equipment, I had a realization. I can’t live in fear of a new experience just because I’m not a soccer superstar and don’t have great coordination. I need to face every challenge head-on and kick butt, like I’m meant to.

That being said, I went out and kicked some serious ass. It took me a few minutes to find enough balance to stand up, but I did it. And you know what? It was SO MUCH FUN. I would have never been able to do that if I had hid in fear.

Take this as a lesson. Do one thing that scares you everyday. I’m pretty sure that’s a quote by Eleanor Roosevelt. It’s such a good idea. If you don’t try new things, you’ll never be able to get out of your comfort zone.

Have a great evening. Love you all.
xx Abby W. 

Sunday I went to Vinyasa yoga. Entering class, the muscular, handsome, and slightly tattooed teacher told the class to start off in child’s pose: focusing on the breath. Early on a Sunday morning, no better way to start my day. It didnt take long for my body to heat up and for my heart to pick up its pace. Warm and relaxed, my head was in a good place. As I measured my hands shoulder width apart, I stretched my hips up to the sky and pushed my heels down into the ground: downward dog. The sound of the instructors voice was casual, calm, and refreshing. With each pose, my mat held puddles of my bodies perspiration. Closing my eyes, I released my ego. Doing poses because my body was telling me to, not because the man next to me was, I completed the sequence of poses independently and at my own pace. Our mind is the only thing that keeps us stable; our mind has complete control over our bodies. In order to stay strong, the mind must stay focused, positive and cannot let go. Women and men of all shapes were taking their shirts of and owning the sweat that was accumulating on the surface of their skin. Everyone in the room seemed confident, regardless of what they looked like to the other people in the room. I admired the girl in the front right of the room whose blonde dreads were tied back in a thick hair band; she seemed like she had done this class many times before. I was the last to leave when the hour was up. We were laying on our backs: relaxing and focusing on our breathing: one by one, each person trickled away. I felt  isolated in the middle of room. I laid on my back and allowed myself to absorb the positivity in the room while entering meditation. The instructor reentered the room, knelt down, and held each of my limbs, slightly massaging the muscles within them. He helped me relax and melt even farther into the floor. Once I was ready to leave, I got up and rolled up my mat. On my walk back to Grants apartment, I was intrigued and mystified by the  graffiti that hugged the streets and walls of Williamsburg. My brother tore off one of these tickets from the street post and handed it to me, I ran back and took a picture of the torn page, it seemed to perfectly capture my day. Confidence, independence, and strength.

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Sunday I went to Vinyasa yoga. Entering class, the muscular, handsome, and slightly tattooed teacher told the class to start off in child’s pose: focusing on the breath. Early on a Sunday morning, no better way to start my day. It didnt take long for my body to heat up and for my heart to pick up its pace. Warm and relaxed, my head was in a good place. As I measured my hands shoulder width apart, I stretched my hips up to the sky and pushed my heels down into the ground: downward dog. The sound of the instructors voice was casual, calm, and refreshing. With each pose, my mat held puddles of my bodies perspiration. Closing my eyes, I released my ego. Doing poses because my body was telling me to, not because the man next to me was, I completed the sequence of poses independently and at my own pace. Our mind is the only thing that keeps us stable; our mind has complete control over our bodies. In order to stay strong, the mind must stay focused, positive and cannot let go. Women and men of all shapes were taking their shirts of and owning the sweat that was accumulating on the surface of their skin. Everyone in the room seemed confident, regardless of what they looked like to the other people in the room. I admired the girl in the front right of the room whose blonde dreads were tied back in a thick hair band; she seemed like she had done this class many times before. I was the last to leave when the hour was up. We were laying on our backs: relaxing and focusing on our breathing: one by one, each person trickled away. I felt  isolated in the middle of room. I laid on my back and allowed myself to absorb the positivity in the room while entering meditation. The instructor reentered the room, knelt down, and held each of my limbs, slightly massaging the muscles within them. He helped me relax and melt even farther into the floor. Once I was ready to leave, I got up and rolled up my mat. On my walk back to Grants apartment, I was intrigued and mystified by the  graffiti that hugged the streets and walls of Williamsburg. My brother tore off one of these tickets from the street post and handed it to me, I ran back and took a picture of the torn page, it seemed to perfectly capture my day. Confidence, independence, and strength.

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Just be you.  <3