For the past two years, we’ve let you get away with shining the spotlight on another woman. This year, it’s all about YOU. As women, we often have trouble putting ourselves front and center. We’re not important, not pretty, not smart, not talented. Just not enough.
But that is SO not true, and we challenge you to break through that barrier. Join the #selflovechallenge on September 16, and share three positive things about yourself. If you don’t have a blog, share on Facebook, Twitter, a favorite email loop (as long as they don’t mind off-topic messages), or just write it on a Post-it note and put it on your bathroom mirror.
Men can participate, too, but we really want women to embrace this. You are amazing, and it’s time you owned it!
Your three things can be just one comment each, or you can give background or elaborate in some way. The positive things can be anything: a physical trait, a talent, a facet of your personality, or anything else you can think of.
The only rule is that you can’t add any qualifiers.
YES = I have beautiful eyes.
YES = I get a lot of compliments on my eyes.
NO = I have pretty eyes. At least that’s what people tell me.
NO = I guess I have pretty eyes, but no one can tell because of these stupid glasses.
Just acknowledge and accept that you have gorgeous eyes and move on. 😉
We’re not looking for affirmations here. Find three things you can love about yourself just as you are. Sure we can all improve something, but you are amazing RIGHT NOW! If you honestly can’t think of anything, ask your friends and family. You should love yourself unconditionally, but sometimes we need a little help realizing that there is something about us to love.
Join our Facebook page, and help us spread the word. We’ll have a linky up on the 16th for you to share your posts.
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- laughter – from giggles to tears-streaming-down-your-face guffaws
- quiet moments of reflection
- music to lift your spirit and touch your soul
- daily rituals to ground you and give life structure
- big dreams
- colorful sunsets
- hugs from someone you love
- steaming cups of something hot and delicious
- restful sleep
Thank you, Uncle Ed. For everything.
If you missed Part 1 of our love story, you can read it here.
It was sometime early September 1976, probably on a Wednesday since that was when our church youth group met. We were going to Montclair to play miniature golf and then get ice cream at Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlour afterwards.
Now, to set this story up a bit you have to know that I had just turned fourteen a couple of weeks before this outing. I had never dated anyone. Heck, I had only (reluctantly) put away my baby dolls on my 13th birthday the year before. I had, however, been talking on the phone with a boy from church in the weeks preceding. We kind of, sort of liked each other. Well, to be truthful he was more interested in me than I was in him. But he was a nice kid and I wanted a boyfriend.
He and I were supposed to meet up for this youth group outing but I got cold feet about it and decided I really didn’t want to lead him on. So I talked to him before we boarded the bus and told him I just wanted to be friends. I had no way of knowing that I had just cleared the way for the love of my life.
My cousin, Sue, went on the trip and we sat together on the bus. We lived next door to one another and were best friends. I don’t remember all that much about the miniature golf but I do remember the ice cream parlor. They had this dessert called the “Pig Trough” which consisted of THREE banana splits. If you ate the whole thing you got a badge or ribbon or something that said “I made a pig of myself at Farrell’s”. Well, of course several of the boys had to do this.
On the bus ride back I decided to walk to the back of the bus to talk to one of the guys who had “made a pig of himself”. I was usually very shy so I’m not sure how I got up the nerve, although I had known him quite awhile. As I was standing there in the aisle (yeah, we were quite safety conscious in the 70s) a girl asked me if I knew who the guy was who was sitting behind her. Apparently she had asked him his name and he wouldn’t tell her. He happened to be sitting with Brian, who used to be in the car pool my mom drove when we attended private school. Maybe that’s what gave me the courage but I simply asked him what his name was. He promptly replied, “David Piercy” then nudged Brian who gave me his seat. The girl gave me a dirty look then spun back around in her seat.
We talked the rest of the way back on the bus. I had recognized his last name and it turned out I knew his eldest brother, Rick. My brothers and I always entered the Park and Recreation track meets each year and Rick had been in charge of those. Other than that I really don’t remember what we talked about but I do know that we hit it off immediately and conversation was easy, even for a shy fourteen year old girl.
I later found out that David had looked out the bus window just as we met and noticed the sign which said how many miles it was to Victorville, where we both lived. Remember this detail because it will come up again later in our story. As we returned to the church parking lot we made plans to see one another at the next youth group meeting.
I had felt a little bit guilty about deserting Sue on the bus but she was very understanding and eager to hear all about David. It wouldn’t be the last she’d be hearing about him.
And that is how it all began.
These days it seems that some people want us to be ashamed of being women. They want us to believe that we’re less: less intelligent, less important, less human. There is so much negativity out there. For one day, we want to flood the internet with positive messages about women. On September 16, 2012 we’re going to write positive blog posts about women, and we invite you to join us.
You can write about anything:
• Being a wife
• Being single
• Being a female in the armed forces
• Being a military wife
• Being a woman who works full-time
• Being a daughter
• A specific woman in your life or women in general
• Absolutely anything else you can think of that is something postitive about being a woman or celebrates women.
This isn’t about ranting about the stupid remarks cavemen make. This is all about positive posts about women. Guys, you can participate, too. You can write about your mom, wife, sister, daughter, friend, or women in general. You don’t have to be mushy (although you certainly can if you want) but you do have to be respectful. This event is all about loving, respecting, and celebrating women.
Add your blog to the linky below so we can send you a reminder before the event. Then go tell your friends. Blog about it, tweet it, post it on Facebook and Google+. Join the Facebook page and share it. Use the hashtag #womenrock to help spread the word. Let’s make such a positive statement that we drown out the negative remarks.
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