On Being Beautiful.

[I promise this isn’t as vain and facetious a post as the title may imply, just bear with me. and enjoy some baby photos for once!]


Just look at that beautiful wee babe. Isn’t she amazing?! I love her so, SO much. I hope she never sees herself as anything but the beautiful human being that she is.

So, I have vowed not to see myself as anything but beautiful either. 

I will not be the mother who hides when she sees a camera. I will not be the mother who critiques every photographic version of herself. I will not be the mother who despairs when others see her when she first wakes up. I will not be the mother who is embarrassed to be seen in a swimsuit. I will not be the mother who cannot accept a compliment.


I will not be the mother who does not believe her children, when they tell her she is the most beautiful person in the world. Because didn’t we all think that about our mothers/mother figures at some point?

Body image is contagious, and I’d rather pass on a good one.


She is worth it.

It’s not going to be easy, but those are my goals. That is who I would like to become. That is someone I think we all could become – women and men, mothers or not – because we are all beautiful. Each and every one of us. And it’s time we start seeing ourselves that way.

Speak kindly about yourself. Don’t criticize your physical features. Treat your body right. Accept what is there and learn to love it. Don’t criticize others either. Get rid of the bathroom scale. Take lots of selfies. Grow to be comfortable in your own skin.

We are worth it.

love, rach
*photo cred goes to my amazing sister! you should hire her and stuff. she is BRILLIANT.

Early Twenties: Part Deux

this is to elaborate a little on the train of thought I somewhat began in this post [PART I]

I recently discovered a blog post that perfectly illustrates the selfish, never-grow-up mentality that I’ve seen running rampant in my generation. “23 Things To Do Instead Of Getting Engaged Before 23”.

Plenty of people have already responded to this in a myriad of different ways. I’m not upset at the author for writing her feelings on the subject, what is the Internet if not a place to speak freely (and make people angry while doing it)??

All I want to say is this:
I was engaged and married at the age of 21. I certainly don’t feel trapped by my marriage and family. My husband is awesome and my absolute favorite person to hang out with, and my daughter is a joy. I’d even go so far as to say that “getting knocked up and fat” was one of the most meaningful, worthwhile things I have ever, ever done.
But then again, “be selfish” has never been an item for me to check off of any to-do list I’ve ever written (and I’m a big list-writer.)

I guess my parents did a pretty good job passing their “outdated values” on to this “millennial child”. I am certainly glad they did – I can’t imagine a happier or more fulfilling life for myself.

If I’d held marriage views similar to the author, though, I’m sure that wouldn’t be the case. Marriage isn’t for people who feel that way. It would be miserable. You’ve gotta be ready for it (well as ready as you can be), and you’ve gotta want it.

…wellllp, that’s all I’ve got for today. Goodnight, friends 🙂

love, rach