Tag self esteem

3 posts

Cryptic nuggets

I should do so many things.
I should write more about sexism and gaming.
I should make that ruby app I’ve been planning.
I should reboot KieryGeek.
I should be better at marketing my patreons.
I should be brave and find my voice and use it.
I should be more friendly.
I should not feel bad about not doing all of those things in lieu of taking care of myself.
I should not feel bad for being anxious and tired and overwhelmed.
I should not feel bad for feeling lost.
I should not feel useless or worthless because reasons.
 

Bikini Debut

We had a heat warning thing the other day because the heat index was at 100º F due to humidity. Unlike the rest of the US, apparently Maine doesn’t believe in central AC so we have to try to suffice with the stupid window units that work as long as you’re not in a different room.
So then the power went out, for an hour or two. We left and went to dinner (AC!) and then came home and decided to go to the beach.
I’ve been wanting to break out my bikini, so I put it on and we left and I realized that my bikini debut was going to take place on a day where I’m really prickly, because I hadn’t shaved or had a chance to shower before leaving, and my hair was all greasy and I was bloaty from heat and water retention and my stomach being weird all day and generally the complete opposite of how I wanted to look when I wore my bikini to the beach in my imagination.
But then I realized, you know what, I’m okay with that. I was okay for not being completely perfect and just going – unshaved legs and arms and greasy hair and acne and bloat and everything.
So then after walking around in my bikini for a little while, the bugs discovered me because it was low tide and they were parched, and I looked tasty.
We left shortly after that.
And that’s the story of my bikini debut.

Inspirational Wednesday

Earlier this year I signed up for an email list called The Brave Girls Club. Everyday they send me an email with a letter. I don’t read all of them, but sometimes (a lot of times) they write something that I *really* needed to hear and know about myself and it makes me really happy. Something as simple as a generic email that they send to thousand of women who need to hear the same thing whether they know it or not – makes me feel special, because it feeds a bit of my soul with truths about myself I would never admit. I’ve been wanting to share one here for a while, but never really knew if I should or not. But it inspires me, and makes me feel good, so I thought today that I’d share what’s been helping me a little bit over the year…

Brave Girls Club Email