Shaming | A Woman’s Perspective

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Shaming

We’ve all seen it.   We’ve all done it.  We’ve all been the shamer.  We’ve all been the shamed.

Some of the worst culprits?   Women

Why do we have to be so… I don’t know.  Vindictive?  Is that too harsh?   Am I looking too much into this?   Perhaps.  But, what we all know is that shaming hurts.

Let’s recognize it, acknowledge that we all fall into the trap, understand that it isn’t ok

… and work together to end it.

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Body Shaming

#1.  Hands-down.   We all look different.   We all have different body shapes.   We all have different ideas of what our bodies should look like.   How about we roll the word acceptance around for a minute?

Everyone is beautiful in their own way.   Why do we have to constantly feel like we aren’t skinny enough, healthy enough, fit enough, muscular enough, fat enough?  When can we just accept that some women are born with killer genes?   When can we accept that Girl A over there is ok with being a few pounds overweight?   Just because someone is a little overweight doesn’t mean we have a right to judge them based on that alone.   When can Girl B, who is working really hard at some nutrition and fitness goals, be accepted and recognized for her hard work?   And when can Girl B also accept that not every other woman is interested in following her footsteps?  And, shout-out to Girl C, who, mind you, is right there smack in the middle of “average America” looking confident and beautiful as ever, for not condemning Girl A for her extra weight and also for choosing to not be jealous of Girl B.

My fellow pretty ladies – let’s understand and accept that we all have different bodies, different goals, different lifestyles and different opinions on what “society” might perceive as the perfect body.   We aren’t all meant to look alike!   That’s what makes us BEAUTIFUL and STRONG and UNIQUE.

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Food Shaming

“Oh, you are going to eat THAT for lunch”?  “Do you know how many chemicals are in that soda”?   “Girl, put that cookie DOWN, NOW.  It’s gonna go straight to your butt”.

Mmmhmmmm…  Is that you?   I get it, you are trying to be the supportive, helpful, encouraging friend.  But, there is nothing encouraging about telling someone what they should or shouldn’t eat.   There are ways to suggest a different nutritional path, but that’s a shaky bridge to cross with a fellow woman.  Especially if the advice is not asked for.  Maybe they are having a real bad day, and darnit, that chocolate chip cookie is just gonna do the trick.  SO, let it!  What’s it to you?  You aren’t eating it.  Oh wait!  Is that it?  You want it, but you aren’t allowing yourself to eat it because of the millionth diet you are on and so therefore, NO ONE ELSE should eat it either.    Girlfriend, I love you. And I thank you for slapping that cookie out of my mouth the first time, but if I pick it up off the floor and go for round two, back up.  I am eating it.  Feel free to have a bite too.   It might do your sugar, fat, carbohydrate, GMO, calorie free crazy diet brain some good!

Oh, wait.  Hold the phone.

Can we all stop shaming the healthy eaters out there too?   Yes, eating healthy tastes good.  No, it isn’t boring.   No, she doesn’t need a giant quarter pounder to go with that salad.  Eating healthy is a choice.

Let the girls eat what they want to eat.  If they ask for help nutritionally, then by gosh, give the help.   If they don’t, keep it shut.   It’s not affecting the rest of us.

Unless of course that food over there looks legit.  Get that recipe, stat!

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Clothing Shaming

Does this even exist after High School?

Yep.

We see it on Social Media all the time, don’t we?  A quick Snap of a lady with something stained on her back end.  A Facebook pic of a girl wearing too small of shorts.  Another Snap making fun of the girl at the gym who has an ill fitting sports bra on.   A quick jab that someone is wearing tall socks with their short shoes.   Oh, and do we even need to start on the leggings shaming?  For realz… Who are we to judge what others wear?  What they wear does NOT define them.  Nor does it define us.   That snap taken of the woman with something stained on her back end?   She’s got kids!  They spilled, mom didn’t see, she sat in it.   Be a gem and tell her before she walks around that grocery store any longer!   Oh, and that chick you took a photo of and slapped it on Facebook because her shorts are a little tight?  She just recently lost 40 pounds and is feeling confident.   Praise that confidence… don’t slam her down!  And leggings… good gravy.  Perhaps they are on their way to the gym or coming back from the gym.  So, they are a little see through?   Well, shoot.  Someone better tell me mine are while I am up in front of class rocking out squats.   Oh wait, they are wearing them as casual wear with too short of a shirt?  Can you see through them?  No?  Then hush, child.  Hush.   Let ’em rock that outfit like no-one’s business.

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Feelings Shaming

Feelings.   We have a lot of feelings.  Happy, sad, mad, scared, angry, annoyed, elated, etc.   It’s natural for us to have those feelings at any given moment under many different circumstances.   So, why do we sometimes tell our friends to not be sad, or to suck it up and move on, or to be happy that it’s over, etc…   We have to allow our feelings and emotions to play out. It is who we are.  Women tend to wear feelings on our sleeves… and that is ok!   Why stop it?  We can’t help the way we feel, so we should never feel stupid for allowing our emotions to run freely.   Especially when with our fellow friends and family.   Having a great week?  Let’s celebrate at Happy Hour!   Having a crappy week? Let’s celebrate it being over at Happy Hour! 😉 Need to cry it out?  Here’s my shoulder and a listening ear.   Angry?  Let’s go hit the trails for a run.

Support your fellow sista and hear her out!  Those feelings are no good all bottled up.   No shame in letting it all out.

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Childbearing Shaming

This is touchy, so I will keep it short.   A woman’s choice to have 10 kids, 3 kids or no kids is none other than their choice.   It is never ok to tell a fellow female how having children or not having children is going to make or break them.   It is never ok to tell others how to parent or not to parent.   What IS ok is showing support for the women who have children, who don’t have children, who won’t have children, who are stay at home moms, who are career moms, who are home-schooled moms, single moms, dog moms, divorced moms, widowed moms, teen moms.   How great a world it would be if  we all respected each others childbearing and child raising choices and helped support those decisions without any side commentary along the way?

 

B!tch Shaming

Ok, that is a little harsh.   I’ll admit.  (Sorry, mom).  Hear me out while I summarize, k?

Let’s take a few characteristics of some strong female figures I know.

  • Powerful
  • Confident
  • Smart
  • Gorgeous
  • Home owner
  • Well liked
  • Loving spouse
  • Beautiful
  • Dedicated
  • Determined
  • Successful

Pretty great characteristics to have, don’t you think?  So what happens when you add in a dash of jealousy?   You get threat.   And, for what?  Why?  Are they really a threat?  Did this woman do anything directly to the other? Or is it an issue with the person feeling threatened?

And, just like that, the strong female with several of the above characteristics just got categorized in the Bitch department.

Let’s make it our mission to get to know our fellow sisters before throwing a label on.   Truly know her.  Don’t know only what others tell you.  Their perspective is much different and often slanted.    Find out what makes this woman so driven, successful, powerful, confident, dedicated, etc.   We can all learn something from her.

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Opinion Shaming

So, how are you all feeling with this list?  Uneasy? Spot on? Not sure?

That’s ok.

My opinion is different than yours.   That doesn’t make me a bad person and it certainly doesn’t make you a bad person.  This entire post is merely pointing out one person’s perception of shaming in the female world.  Whether it happens, or not, is something you have to decide for yourself.   Am I guilty?  You bet.  I had a conversation just tonight about someone’s choices and photos they post to FB that I don’t agree with.  I am sure there are those that think the same about me and my posts.   We all have opinions and that is ok.

BUT – I stand strongly on the belief that women need to STAND UP for each other.  Be a unit.

We don’t have to like each other, but we certainly don’t have to hate on each other.  

So, sisters, girls, ladies, friends, frenemies, whoever is reading this.   Can we all agree to work on this?  You aren’t alone.  I need to work on it equally as much.    Let’s all work on not body shaming others or ourselves.  Work on accepting others for who they are, whether we agree or disagree.

Let’s make this womanhood a strong one.

Just think of what more we can accomplish together.

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Weekend Reflection | Just Let it Go

This last weekend was so low-key I almost didn’t think it was Summer 2015.  I have had so many amazing weekends this summer including:

Market to Market Iowa | Fitness Competitions | Memorial Day | Rockfest | Holstein’s Memorial Run | Tree Climbing and a Stumbled Upon Poker Run | Easton Poker Run | Testicle Festival and Jeep Shenanigans | Epic 3 Day Weekend that had to be broken up into not only this first recap but this second one too!

I almost wasn’t sure what to expect this weekend with not having a straight up crazy agenda.

I mean, I had things… but I didn’t have things.

I even took the opportunity to not use my camera phone so gosh darn much.  It’s nice to take a break from it and just rely on the memories sometimes.

Saturday

  • I hit up the gym by 7am for a quick leg session
  • On the road to Clarinda by 9am
  • 10:30 hair appointment by the Great and Wonderful Kayla
  • Quick visit with my mom and Dave
  • 1pm lunch and a few cocktails with Nicole and Kayla
  • A two hour mid-afternoon visit with my dad
    • Keith… BurrHead… The man that frustrates me almost as much as I love him

I sure do love him.

Sometimes, I elude to “things” on my blog, but don’t actually elaborate.  There are times I want to write my heart out on certain subjects, but I don’t.   It’s been an embarrassing amount of time since I have stopped to see my father.  A few years embarrassing.    Life happens.  Life has happened.  There were “things” in this relationship that I have held on to that anger me.  Made me bitter and sad.

And that is just straight up stupid.

I really try not to hold grudges or live in the past.   I really don’t.   I make an effort to live in the now, the present and cherish all past, present and future experiences, no matter good, bad or indifferent.    It was HIGH time I let this whole “thing” go.

So, I stopped by.

And, boy am I ever so glad I did.

We talked.  About nothing really.   Just sat around to shoot the shit.  Walked around outside.  Played fetch with the dog.   Had a beer or two.

And you know what?

I left dad’s house feeling light.

        Happy.

                  Worry free.

Like I was 10 years old and just spent an epic day at an amusement park and was hyped up on cotton candy and soda, kinda happy.

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Life is too short to hold grudges.   Let that shit go.   Forgive, forget and move the hell on.  You’ll thank yourself.

I am still thanking myself today.

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I stopped over to see my Aunt and Uncle after dad’s, since the whole side of the G family lives on the same road.   Good ol farm family living right there. 😉

 I always enjoy stopping to see them.   They are home to me.   I am always happy there.  Feel safe there.  Know that I am 110% loved there.

And they always try to feed me full of beer and food, so there’s that too.

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Saturday ended up being straight up fabulous.

I took the Freedom Panels out of the Jeep before leaving C-town, cranked the music, breathed in all the good for my 90 mile drive home…

… And let the rest go.

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Cheers!

It’s Only 8AM

Yep… it’s only 8am and already I want a do-over.

It started off normal with my 4:25am alarm clock blaring.  Typical morning in Jordan’s world.

And then, just like that, all sense of normalcy went out the window.

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Woke up to my head pounding, stuffed up nose and sore throat.  I felt it coming yesterday but I was trying to ignore it.  Pretending it wasn’t so.

Oh, you silly girl… It is SO!

Nothing to do about it but keep on keepin’ on, so I quickly packed my gym bags with work clothes that I didn’t do last night, packed my breakfast and lunch and went on my merry little way.

I should tell you that at 5am this morning here in lovely old Omaha, NE, it was raining.  And not that cute sprinkly misty crap Mother Nature thinks is just adorable this week.

Nope

She decided rain was the way to go this morning all the while my Jeep windshield wiper decided it was the perfect time to break.

WHAT?!

Next thing I know I’ve got a dangling wiper blade and metal scratching my windshield.   Super cool, y’all.

I find myself pulling over to the side of the interstate to try and fix it.

Did I tell you it’s raining?  And I need to be in Council Bluffs for my 5:30am class?

Ya, so, apparently the little latch that holds the stupid blade to the wiper arm broke loose.  Absolutely no way of keeping that sucker on, but couldn’t have the metal scratching across the windshield the entire time.  What the hell is a girl to do?

Rip apart a pair of earbuds to tie it on.

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Freaking genius!!

Oh wait… Nope.  Nope.  Not so fast.  It didn’t work.

So, I drove the rest of the way to Council Bluffs hunched over, eyes scrunched, looking through a window that is covered in rain trying NOT to turn my wipers on because FOR REAL don’t want a windshield scratched to holy hell.

Get to the YMCA with 30 seconds to spare!   My class was ready to rock and roll while I ran in with soaking wet shoes, drenched hair and a freezing cold body.

Let’s DO this!

Class was great.  More then great, actually.  Had a packed gym, everyone had a great workout.

Time to shower and get ready for the day, right?   Well, friends.  5 out of the 6 outlets in the women’s locker room were NOT WORKING.   And this morning there were an awful lot of us trying to get ready at the same time.   So, I’ve got that stunning wet-curly-crunchy-from-the-gel-no volume-stuck-to-my-forehead- look going on today.

Dead.  Freaking. Sexy.

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Ok.   It’s gotta get better, right?

Ahem.

Leave the Y and head to Walmart, the only place open in Council Bluffs at 7:05am, to try and find a new windshield wiper blade.   Thankfully Mother Nature decided to bring back the sprinkle so seeing wasn’t too big of an issue for that 5 miler.

#winning

WalMart.   I have never really liked you.  It shouldn’t have surprised me that you would fail me once again.

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Out of ALL of those wipers?  Not a darn one will work for my 2014.   They had ONE $4.00 pair that might have worked, but the directions required measuring, cutting, sacrificing your already on edge mental state, before installation.

Nope.  Not happening.

Next up?   Advanced Auto Parts where I sat in my Jeep doing a little deep breathing while I waited for the doors to open at 7:30.

Good news.  The auto parts guy is a fellow Jeeper who found me new blades and installed them for me.  We chatted Jeeps for a while (he had a cool Rubicon sitting out front) and then I was finally on my way to work.

Which, by the way, I am to be at by 7:30.  It’s 7:45.

Whatever…

I decided to quickly swing through HyVee for a Starbucks.  I wanted something warm and soothing after my morning fiasco.   Why on earth I thought this was a good idea at 7:45am is beyond me.  The line was 12 deep.

Forget it.

Work.  Made it.  Walking in.  Forgot office keys.  Oh goody, let me walk back to my Jeep in the rain again.  I mean, why wouldn’t this be fun?

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And since I was late to work, I am parked further out then normal.

You know what that means?   <Lot’s of puddles and now wet socks>   THAT is what it means.

I believe I am just going to bury my head in my hands and shove my Greek Yogurt and soggy granola down my throat now.

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Please don’t enter that door unless you are carrying Vodka.

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Cheers!

Weekend in Review 4 | March 2015

Last weekend of March!  Where the heck does the time go and why must it go so fast?

I took care of the Friday recap already, which you can find here.

Saturday started off with a killer Insanity workout at 24 Hour Fitness.   I had a couple newbies and they said they LOVED class, so here’s hoping they come back next time!   Afterwards I came home to madness in the backyard!

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Clint, Kyle, Gary, J and Ryan worked hard getting our new sidewalk and part of our patio down.   We fell a little short on the concrete so will have to finish the rest of the patio later, but so far it looks great!   This area of the backyard never received sunlight so it was a constant mud hole.   It will be nice to bypass that mess!

I fed lunch to the boys, complete with fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookies…

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And then Jessica and I ran a few errands and followed it up with some driveway beers to soak up the warm sun.

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Then it was time for Ashley’s Bachelorette party.  Ashley is one of my biker b!tches and is CUTE as a button.

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Ashley and I

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Ashley and Tyree

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We did the bar scene downtown Old Market until about 11:30 and decided it was time to bounce.   Let’s just say the scene is NOT for me anymore.  I will take a small dive bar off the beaten path any day over that scene.

The pickup lines were quite priceless though.   Cue the guy who walked by Tyree’s friend Ashley (not the bachelorette) and without saying a word pointed to his eye, his heart and then pointed right at her.

Really, bud?

Find a new one because that didn’t get you sh!t with us.

Sunday

Sunday started off super lazy for me.   Little sleep thanks to the mix of vodka, late night, dogs who have to pee and an internal alarm clock that fails me on the weekends.   But, my day lightened up at noon as I was able to help celebrate Briton’s 5th Birthday!

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How CUTE is this little guy!?

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And his mama.  ❤

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Briton is going to be tearing up his neighborhood in no time!

The rest of Sunday has consisted of a little cleaning, yard work for Clint, meal prep (Sweet potato cubes baked with coconut oil and cinnamon made my house smell so darn delicous) and now iHeart Radio Music Awards.    ❤

Cheers to a fabulous week!