Recently I’ve been working with a boudoir photographer on her shoots. Sometimes I do hair and makeup, sometimes I assist with setup and attention to details, but no matter what I get to spend my day amping women up about how absolutely stunning they are and encouraging them to own that shit. And I can’t get enough.
What I didn’t expect to happen is how I would start to see things differently. Things that we often consider flaws, the sore spots of our bodies and skin and hair that we’re so self-conscious about. As I’m trying to convince other women of their beauty and the fact that loving our bodies regardless of anything we *think* is a flaw is such a powerful act—I find that I am better able to catch my own negative self-talk when it happens.
When these photos were taken, it was the most my natural hair had grown in in a while and it was the first time I found those “dreaded” greys. When I saw this picture I thought, •Ugh my five grey hairs...• But what a silly thought!
So, I’m making the conscious choice to move into 30 with the most self-love I’ve ever had. You can’t spend your days convincing other women of their unique beauty without loving your own first.
Much love, Me + my 5 grey hairs
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The hardest workout of my life was yesterday. Shaun-a-thon. It was 60 mins instead of the regular 20 and we did 20 mins of each chapter. Thanks @shaunt •
• - COMMIT - CONQUER - CLIMB -
With that meant a total of 9 transformers (1 min moves we have done from the beginning of workout to track our progress) •
I was honestly scared for this . But you know what? I am so proud of us. We fought hard and kept pushing and made it the ENTIRE 60 mins. You will see in the video that there were sometimes where I stopped or Nick stopped but we always kept going.
This program helps you not only push past your physical limits( you set for yourself) but it really helps with the mental and emotional transformation as well like ohmagosh . •
Tonight we complete the program and I can’t wait to share with you all!!! •
Ready to rock it with me for the next round!?
I am a quality over quantity kind of gal.
I like tight-knit relationships instead of 987 acquaintances.
I prefer one pair of jeans that shape my ass just right.
I have a go-to red table wine.
Except maybe donuts. I’ll take a few donuts.
No one is keeping score, no one is counting your caloric intake, no one is adding up your WW points, no one is taking tally of your good deeds or even your not so good deeds, life is not transactional... and IF someone happens to be keeping some sort of score on you, I encourage you to take a good look at that relationship.... because I can assure you it’s a toxic one. So do yourself a favor and stop keeping score on yourself, it will be freeing! #recoveryloveandcare
I am not good enough
I am not pretty enough
I am not smart enough
I am not worthy of love
I am not worthy of being successful
I am an awful mother
Anyone else ever have these thoughts?
Until you challenge these thoughts, they will never go away. You will pick out every event in your life that validates these thoughts and they will push you farther down.
You must challenge them. You have to put in the work each and everyday to rewrite these thoughts.
Write out things you are grateful for
Write out positive sayings about yourself
Write out the things you are doing so well in life
Having a negative mind is not your truth. You are valuable and the world is waiting for your gifts 🖤
Hi instagram, it's Karen! 🤗
So I wanted my first photo to be a little introduction of myself. Get to know me first 😉
I am simply born and raised Cali Latina girl who wants to be successful in life, but also influence others in a positive way. ❤
Since i was in Junior High (Middle School), I was not skinny. I was very self-conscious about how my body looked. I would see all those pretty girls with nice bodies and I felt like I was not good enough to be at their level.😔
I believe that me worrying what people would think or say about me and my body has closed so many doors for me because I became so shy, especially around boys. I remember many boys would come up to me to ask me out, but I would tell myself that they just want to fool around with me due to my body size; that because of how I look, they would not take me seriously. 😩
Well, I may sound pathetic, that til this day I am feeling confident over my body. Yes, it took me many years to realize that I am beatiful no matter what size I am, but the good thing is I know that now.😪 I believe that this whole confidence began when I met this guy, who is now my boyfriend, and also thanks to media. Seeing all these plus size beautiful ladies on instagram and body positive bloggers, made me realize that I am too, beautiful just like them and that I also want to become an influencer. 👭
I know there may be other plus size ladies or even men that are going through what I went through, and this is why I decided to join Instagram. To be a positive influence about our bodies and make society great again without shaming anybody about their bodies or "flaws". I can't wait for what is to come. I have so much to talk about and post, so keep a look out for more of me. 🙃
Thank you instagrammers for taking your time on reading this long post about me and I hope you enjoyed it! 😘
Just a friendly reminder that everyone (including myself) is going to choose the nicely posed/positioned pictures the majority of the time (like the one seen on the left - aye ily high waisted leggings lol). There’s nothing wrong with this either! We all do it. It’s just impotent to be aware and conscious of this whenever you catch yourself comparing or wondering why you don’t look like x, y, or z. Remember, you choose to post your best angles just as someone else does!
I try to show yah a ‘lil bit of both because there’s beauty in all of it. The human body is cool. Love your flexed body, but also love your un-flexed body. Love your flat morning tummy, but remember to love your end of the day full-tummy just the same. Love your body when it’s tan, but love it when it’s pale. Love your stretch marks and extra skin. Appreciate the hard work you’ve put in, but stay eager and excited to keep moving forward everyday.
Don’t get caught up or trapped in wishing you were anybody but YOU. You’re beautiful. You’re worthy. You’re enough. Find beauty in the imperfect. Find joy in your quirky habits. Love who you are and what you have to offer because we’re all imperfectly perfect & that’s something to celebrate.
This week I encourage you to give yourself a ‘lil extra luvinn & care. You get one body in this ENTIRE lifetime friends; please take care of it💕!! Treat your body with kindness + respect and it’ll do the same for yah in return 🌞! Two posts, one day??? Who am I lol? Oh 🐳, it’s an important message 👏🏼. #allbodiesaregoodbodies#bodyposi#loveyahdamnself
It is such a curious thing that we spend so much time and energy trying to present our bodies in particular ways, as if the world will only see what we want it to see of us. Bodies in all their marvelous diversity and exquisite detail and unique magic are visible to the world no matter how we try to hide them. For so many of us, our bodies are the site of so much unhappiness, shame, and punishment. We are told from our earliest years what “good” bodies look like, which bodies have access to sensuality and which don’t, and which kinds of bodies we have a moral duty to strive to emulate. We try to trick the world into thinking our bodies look the way we want them to by carefully posing them and covering them and displaying them with an absurd illusion of control over how they will be seen. We are told that we are not allowed to be soft or squishy or full or round or comfortable. We have to suck it in and tighten it up and wear uncomfortable contraptions and Facetune our photos and we do all of this hoping that the world will see in our bodies only the angles and lines and shapes that we want them to see. As if we do not see the soft, the squishy, the round, the full, the comfortable moments in others when they don’t know we’re looking. As if they don’t see them in us when we think they’re not looking. As if we don’t all see and know and love each other’s bodies, our REAL bodies, all the time. As if you would ever for a second stop loving your best friend or your partner or your family if their bodies didn’t look the way they hoped and wished they did. As if the squish fucking matters to literally any of us when it’s on someone else. So why does it matter when that someone is us?
Relax your squish today. Breathe into it. Let it be.
Hey everyone! 💕 I hope you're all having a lovely weekend. I'm keeping it short today because I'm super sleepy and completely dreading work tomorrow. It makes me soooo anxious but I've been doing a lot better about managing. I'm proud of myself for that at least. Ya never know when someone is dealing with anxiety or things of that nature, so just be kind. You never know what someone is going through, truly. Be nice and you can change someone's whole day. ♥️
I use to be worried what others though of me to a degree, was I skinny, pretty, smart enough? I guess most people go through as stage of wondering if they are good enough, but I came to the realisation that the only person I needed to be good enough for was myself. ✨
I wasn’t going to try and be something I wasn’t or burn myself out to get someone to like me. If anyone didn’t like me for who I was they weren’t worth trying to impress or keep in my life anyway. 🤷🏼♀️
You can’t make everyone happy and you can’t make everyone like you, as long as you like yourself that’s all that matters 🌈
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Went bowling with some pals last night 👌
I’m feeling really grateful for the supportive people in my life right now. My friends have never once questioned my ability to meet my movement goals. They have been there to cheer me on from the beginning. I appreciate you all so much ❤️
neither of these pics are edited. both are how you’ll find me on any given day, messy hair & all—except i’m not usually flexing. 💪😂
i’m realizing more & more the concept of “bouncing back” after pregnancy is kind of ridiculous. why do we have to RETURN to something, as if the pregnancy & postpartum body are something that need to be fixed?
to be honest, posting this pic is giving me a heart attack. 😅 i mean, look at that belly. in every definition of society’s beauty standards, it’s pretty cringey:
riddled with scars.
i hide it however i can—THANK GOD FOR HIGH WAIST LEGGINGS AMIRITE. but why, right? 90% of women get stretch marks from pregnancy. it’s genetics, biology…it’s LIFE. this deflated balloon tummy of mine bore motherf*ckin’ life. 3 times.
i’ll still tuck things away behind high waistbands, but little by little i hope to move past the surface. i hope women of all shapes & sizes are celebrated. i hope especially that bodies bearing life, with scars to prove it, are heralded instead of hidden away or treated as a mere “work in progress.”
and for any women that come out the other end of childbirth without a scar or saggy bit, i’m genuinely happy for you. if you have sexy ab lines, you flaunt those because you worked for them! but if you have reminders of life on you that seem like they’re here to stay, know that you’re beautiful just as you are. ♥️
It’s Friday! Cheers! 🥂.
I love a lil drink on the weekend wether I’m partying the night away with the squad or just watching Netflix and painting my nails! When it comes to cocktails, I’m a vodka girl myself! So I was obviously pumped to partner with Heroes Vodka (@heroesvodkafounder) for my birthday party!.
My honey is a bartender and he invented a pretty pink punch that was an absolute hit! But it doesn’t have name! Read the recipe and comment below what you think it should be called!.
So what do you think? What should we name it?! What will you be sipping on this weekend? .