Raise your hand if you love women…

*two hands shoot straight up like a 1st grader needing to use the loo*

Fem•i•nism (n.) – the idea that women are also human

It’s International Women’s Day, ladies! Which means two things:

  1. It’s time to celebrate women… like we do everyday here at [insert title here]! #trendsetting
  2. It’s a chance to feature a few badass, must-know humans (some I know, some I don’t) who constantly inspire me to live with purpose and to work towards something greater than myself.

[this post is happily linked with your curiosity in mind]


F E M I N I S T S (n.) – those brave enough to label themselves fighters for female equality

+ Malala Yousafzai is one of the greatest spirits on this earth. She’s shown that courage outplays evil and that love triumphs hatred. She’s inspired me to be a better woman and a better member of humanity – one who stands for equality and for justice. Who said role models have to be older than you? At 18, Malala has touched more people than I could only hope to inspire in a lifetime (or two). Her novel I Am Malala is a riveting must-read. For more on Malala, click H E R E.

+ Amy Dickinson is everything. She belongs in both this category and the next, as she’s a mother, writer, and fabulous feminist. She holds a definite, long-reigning spot on my list of top 5 of must-meets, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon (or ever). Can you say girl crush? She’s the author of The Mighty Queens of Freeville: A Mother, a Daughter, and the Town That Raised Them – a book that dissects the long line of single-women warriors in her family, and her journey of becoming her own. Not enough time for a novel? She also writes the Ask Amy column for the Chicago Tribune, which is also published in just about every major newspaper nationwide. Her advice is real and uprooting, but that’s what makes her work so unique and needed.

Fun fact: I emailed Amy once. She told me I have “pluck.” Best. Day. Ever.

+ Jennifer Lawrence. Because who doesn’t love J.Law? Or Katniss. Or not dieting. Need I continue?


W R I T E R S (n.) – those who inspire, choosing words as their weapons

+ Natalie writes Natalie Dressed and is the founder of Style+Spirit. She is a constant source of positivity through her content and on my Instagram feed. Her blending of spirituality and fashion is effortless, and she rocks what she’s got – regardless of what others might think. Need a pick me up? Check out her Instagram accounts H E R E and H E R E.

+ Real Talk with Lindsey is authored by a women I had the pleasure of knowing in high school. She’s as truly authentic spirit with a message that resonates: be real and be you. Her chic new brand Fearlessly Authentic Living embodies all that she stands for – and all that you should, too. Check out her Instagram H E R E.

Since I’m already plugging some serious lady bosses…

+ Sarah Pekkanen is one of my favorite authors. How she cranks out a new novel each year, I have no idea. From being a superhero mom to a genuine, kindhearted friend, this woman seriously has a secret to getting it all done. If you need a good read, grab any of her books and allow yourself to escape the (sometimes) all-too-realness of this world. Every once and a while, a moment to yourself is more than needed – it’s necessary. Snag one of many copies H E R E.


( P E R S O N A L )   H O N O R A B L E   M E N T I O N S (n.) – people I admire (and love)

+ Mom – Thanks for showing me what it takes to be a woman warrior. You take each day by storm, and I am so damn proud to be your daughter. You rock, Chief.

+ Dad – I know it’s Women’s Day, but you’re the the biggest feminist I know. Thanks for roughing it up with me and teaching me to defy gender boundaries, everyday.

+ Lauren – From barbells to beauty queen, you defy every female stereotype that has ever existed. Thank you for kicking ass at life and for showing me that limits don’t exist. Ever. Even if you aren’t Cady Heron.

+ Sue – You’re the strongest, most inspiring woman I know. Never forget how loved you are and just how proud I am to call you family. You’ve changed us all, more than you know. P.S. I promise I’ll call more.


So, tell me ladies, whom do you look up to? Who inspires and motivates you to be better to yourself and to others? Drop me a comment below so we can all get inspired and celebrate these women – today and everyday!

Cheers to rockstar chicks.

-Megan

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What the Funk?

Your batting average in your rec league has dropped to a whopping .000, no one’s boughten you a drink in weeks (one week, fine, but three weeks in a row?! what’s happening…), and you simply just don’t feel like getting out of bed and hitting that hustle (me this morning… and yesterday). Everything feels weird, and you don’t like it. I get it. Trust me. I’m in a funk. And it’s a huge one.

Like so huge – so huge that I stayed on the couch watching Netflix all day yesterday, ate an entire stack of my aunt’s sugar cookies, and had 2 hotdogs for dinner. I’m sorry, what? I know. That’s what I said when I woke up this morning thinking about yesterday’s festivities. And so, it’s definite: I’m funked up.

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Can’t let a little funked-up hair ruin a sunny, LA day

But, now what?

Well, we’ve got a few options. I can tell you to shake it off and to keep pushing until you’re out of it. Or that you should do something drastically positive to pull yourself through this lull. I can also tell you that you’re stronger than your challenges and that you’re always going to persevere and be successful. I mean, you are, but that’s nothing you haven’t heard before, so that’s not really helpful, is it? At least not for me. Because funks are weird, and they make you 99.97 % immune to positivity and optimism. So here’s what I needed to hear this morning, and what has helped me through today.

[Note: today. Day by day, step by step]

You’re strong and disciplined. So, even if it feels like there’s a hiccup right now, trust in yourself that things will work out. Because they will.

And while that’s (currently) working for me, that doesn’t mean it’s a cure-all. So let’s get real with some nitty gritty help:

Time is Your Friend

We don’t usually like time. It goes too fast when we’re on vacation (spring break come sooner) or when we’re having endless amounts of fun (#college); yet it passes too slowly when we’re sitting through a boring, this-is-a-requirement-to-graduate type of class (me currently) or bearing through an awkward moment – the one’s where you’re trying to shove your entire foot (ankle included) into your mouth. Time can also be too long, when you’re missing someone important (hey, you), and then too short when it takes someone important too soon (miss you, too much). But despite our bad times with time (pun intended), it’s not always the enemy. Make peace with time and let it work for you. Your slump will be old news sooner than you can identify why you’re actually in it, but you’ve got to let it happen. Let time pass, and just be nice to it. You’ll (eventually) want it to be nice to you (and your aging skin) – trust me. You mean, I won’t be 21 (and wrinkle-free) forever?

Treat Yo-self

Grab your favorite snack, and let (your pants) loose. Despite the pressure we feel to always be on the grind, it’s ok give yourself a little extra comfort when you’re in a lull. I’m constantly struggling with food and my relationship with it; every day is a battle to see who has more power. But when I’m lagging, nothing says “I love me” like a GUILT FREE bowl of Think ‘n Creamy Mac ‘n Cheese and a box of thin mints. Indigestion and those never-to-be-counted (silly) things called calories? Those are problems for future you, but the enjoyment? That’s a pick-me-up for current you. So indulge every once and a while. You deserve it. Go, go, go! The ice cream’s calling…

Let Yourself Sulk

It’s ok to sink. It’s ok to realize you’ve hit a low and that you’re at a point that makes you uncomfortable. Being in a funk isn’t fun. It’s a weird, uncomfortable place that we often don’t know how to navigate. Which makes it totally scary. And did I mention uncomfortable? Because it’s funking uncomfortable. But sometimes it’s ok to be at (what is seemingly) rock bottom and to just sit – to realize that you’re at a low point, and to just be there, without denial, self-judgement or hate. And to realize that wherever you may be, it’s ok – that you’re ok.

Trust It

Trust is the most important thing in a relationship: true or false? Well I don’t know, considering I’m not in one, BUT, I’m confident in saying that it’s pretty funking important. It’s important not only with your S/O, but also with your funk (definitely significant, but not a S/O). So, let your funk be. Let it marinate and let it manifest (to a point). Trust that just as you’ve succeeded thus far in life, you’ll succeed in crawling out of this funk and reclaiming your life’s normalcy. I have faith. I mean, it’s Lent and all, so now’s the time.

Get Ready to Climb

I’m usually all about turning up. But at 6:12am (12 minutes into spin class), the last thing I want to hear is “give me a turn up” let alone three turns up. But I’m already awake, my shoes are clipped in, and I’ve been sweating for the past 11 and 1/2 minutes. So why the funk not? Being at a low is ok (and so is coasting those first 10 minutes of spin class), but when we’re aware that we’re off-balance, we’ve got to get ready for the uphill. Enjoy your sulk sesh, but know that you’re about to soar. Brace yourself, prepare for what’s to come, and get ready to climb. Because baby, you’re going places.


I know funks are rough, but they serve as unwanted (yet needed) reminders that our lives are full of goodness and love. If it didn’t get tough every once and a while, it’d be harder to appreciate the better moments. Or so I tell myself.

Keep doing you, pushing through, and funking it up.

Cheers to my midterm in an hour (ugh).

-Megan

To the man who made Me

Happy 56th Birthday, Dad. Thank you for being the best guy I know and for giving me a life that I will forever be grateful for. In honor of 56, here are just a few (56) reasons why I will always cheers to you.

  1. You (literally) created me
  2. You changed my diapers (ew)
  3. You always let me play airplane atop your feet
  4. You taught me how to ride a bike
  5. You bought me my first softball glove
  6. You taught me to stand up for myself
  7. And for my sister
  8. You slicked my hair straight back and braided my ponytail #Mr.Mom
  9. You always let me pick mayonnaise or mustard (even though we knew the answer)
  10. You made Mrs. Jio (two) wooden dinosaurs, which made me cool
  11. You “helped” to build my 4th grade gold mining cradle (gold painted rocks included)
  12. And heavily assisted with my 8th grade science project on surface tension
  13. You always helped with my math homework (life rule: anything can be solved with a proportion)
  14. You forced me wear a helmet skiing (and iceskating)
  15. You coached my softball teams
  16. But never played favorites
  17. You came to every golf match
  18. And bought me even nicer clubs than you have
  19. You paid for every sports lesson or training session I ever needed (aka, tons)
  20. You invested in me
  21. And endlessly support me
  22. You bought Lauren and me the coolest safest first car
  23. You built our house
  24. And (with mom) made it a home
  25. You made me swim in the ocean
  26. And get (way too) close to that six foot shark
  27. You gave me blue eyes
  28. And gray hair (genetically and due to stress)
  29. You comfort me
  30. And let me cry (within reason)
  31. You’re our hero at home
  32. And at work
  33. You love my mother, unconditionally
  34. You push me to better love my sister
  35. You’ve taught me to love myself
  36. And that I’m beautiful
  37. You’ve given me (unreasonably) high standards for men
  38. And for myself
  39. You’ve taught me to say no
  40. But to never take no for an answer
  41. You’ve given me every opportunity possible
  42. You’ve paid for my (overpriced) education
  43. And taught me to work hard and value that education
  44. You didn’t hate me when I pierced my nose
  45. Or when I got a tattoo (happy birthday?)
  46. You challenge me to be a better human being
  47. To love like you love and worry a little less
  48. You let me convince you to run a 1/2 marathon (0r two)
  49. And then pushed me to finish it when I didn’t think I could
  50. You’re 100% badass #FACT
  51. Your old blue truck is awesome (please, don’t sell it; this is my final plea)
  52. You’re handsome – and all my friends (unweirdly) think so, too
  53. And I love your bald spot, just hopeful that I don’t get one
  54. You inspire me beyond end
  55. You’re my best friend
  56. Home is wherever you are

I love you, Dad. Happy Birthday.

Love,
Megan

P.S. No, I’m not tatted. You did raise me, remember?

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New Year, Same Me

I’m usually all about those new beginnings. I’m pro change, pro positivity and pro happiness. The New Year is always a perfect chance for me to break away from my ‘old self’ and to rebuild who I am and what I stand for.

But this year is different. This year I don’t want to be someone else; I want to be me. I want to be the same me I’ve always been, I just want to love her more. I want to appreciate myself more than ever before, and I want to better honor myself and recognize my value. This New Year is a chance for me to change, but not to change myself; it’s a chance for me to change the way that I view and think about myself – a chance to embrace myself for all that I am and all that I’m capable of. I don’t need to change who I am, I just need to change my perception of who I am.


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Last year I made promises of being more flexible, eating healthier and doing ‘my own thing’ more often. Some of those fell through (as many do), but I’ve also seen improvements in others. And that’s all I can ask for: improvements. I’m not perfect, I never will be, and I need to realize that progress is the mark of change. Change doesn’t always happen in a year, let alone over night (wishful thinking). But signs of change make themselves visible all the time, we just have to be more attentive to recognize them.

This year, I’m making one promise: to love myself. And my resolutions this year are simply steps to help me do just that.

  1. Sweat once a day. Whether I’m going for a (fast-paced) late night stroll or an early morning power workout, I need to get my blood flowing to release some endorphins. I’ll feel better if I do, and that’s what matters. It’s not for the body, it’s for the mind.
  2. Write for at least 15 minutes a day. Even if it’s just a couple of sentences about how I just don’t feel like writing (which will happen), I need to get my thoughts on paper (or screen). Writing heals me; it makes me feel better, it helps me to (healthfully) deal with stress, and bottom line, it makes me happy. Your benefit: you’ll be hearing from me a little more, too. The more time I take to write, the more I find to write about. (Hint: You might want to carve out some [insert title here] reading time into your New Year plans. Saddle up for some 2016 good reads.)
  3. Start every day off right. Ambiguous, right? But think about the best way to start a day: with happiness (and coffee). For 365 days, I’m going (to try) to wake up every morning, look in the mirror and give myself a compliment. It can be how proud I am that I finished that overbearing reading assignment last night, or simply how valuable I am, just the way I am. I need to not be so hard on myself and to be happy with the capable woman I am becoming. And what better way than looking myself straight in the eyes and reminding myself of my immense worth? Others won’t always do it, so I will. Awkward? Maybe. But I’m sure I’ll eventually move past that, even if it is next December. (Improvements, remember?)

Twenty sixteen is going to be the year of Me(gan). I’m hoping to seize every opportunity just as it comes, and to dive into 2017 a better, smarter and more loving human than I am today. Cheers to a fabulous, blessed, and confident 2016. Kick ass, take names, remember your roots, and remind yourself that no matter what, you’re beautiful and you’re worth it – always.

Keep doing you, the same you you’ve always been. I’m always here to support you on your journey towards a healthier, happier and more lovable life. Drop me a line about your resolutions and what 2016 has in store for you and yours; I always love hearing from you. Thanks for your continued support on my journey. You keep me pushing.

With love and hugs on the 1st day of the best year yet,

(The Same) Megan

piece of P E A C E

I was seven when I first decided that I wanted to be the President of the United States. I cried endlessly when I lost the elections for student council in 8th grade to Thomas Lee and Eric Park. I was proudly captain of the women’s varsity golf team in high school. And as I embarked on my college journey, I chose two majors that – I felt – gave me the greatest opportunity to affect the largest population in the most direct, impactful way: policy and politics.

My entire life I’ve sought control: control over others, over situations, and over my own life and endeavors.

But before you think I’m a complete pathological freakkkkk, let me just say: everyone seeks power. The entire world revolves around it. That’s why we have hatred, war, discrimination and every other ill behavior in this world. That’s why siblings (although we love them endlessly) frustrate us so much – because we can’t control them. That’s why we hate being yelled at – because someone else is attempting authority over us. That’s why college is such a norm: to get a good education, which (supposedly) leads to a great job, which creates personal revenue, allowing us utility (clearly acing Econ) and ultimately, giving us power.

And although we’ll never be able to control the many diverse and complicated situations that cloud our tangled world, we can control one thing: the way we react. We can control the ways in which these situations affect us. And isn’t that enough? Isn’t it enough to know that no matter what, you control how you feel? Sure you’ll have external influences on your feelings, emotions and opinions, but ultimately, you’re the one deciding if you’re smiling or frowning, breeding love or hostility, acceptance or exclusivity.

How empowering?

With the heartbreaking cluster of recent attacks across the globe, it’s easy to feel both helpless and powerless. And although you may not physically or monetarily be able to give to the people of Somalia, Lebanon, Iraq, or France – among many other suffering nations and peoples – you have power over your response to these acts, and whether that response is one of ignorance or of unwavering support and acceptance – despite differences. There will always be people in opposition to your freedom, happiness and dreams, but you can’t let them stop you. You’ve got too much to give, much love to share, and an illuminated soul that the world desperately needs. You’re a small, yet vital piece of humanity. So, be a piece that takes a stand. Be a piece that fights for peace. Be a piece of peace.


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spread peace, give love, be hope.


Keep doing you, conscious of how imperative you are to the (sometimes hidden) beauty of this world.

-Megan

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only that that ever has.”

Margaret Mead

catch me if you can

I went to a bar on Saturday night. And I had a glass of wine. (Who am I?) And I was surrounded by a (far too large) crowd of people who were (presumably) looking for that ‘special someone’ as they sipped their skinny martinis and downed their craft IPAs. Needless to say, I didn’t stay long, but hey – I went. #college. Am I doing this right?

And if I had a dime for every face I saw painted with possibility, as if to say, ‘Are you the one?’ I would literally be out of college tuition debt.

Everywhere I turn, people are intensely searching for their perfect significant other. And more often than not, this never-ending search ends in heartbreak, heartache and a collection of miserable mistakes (those 2am calls never end well, trust me). So, if actively looking for ‘the one’ doesn’t work, then why do we try so hard?

Why don’t we S T O P?


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take a moment, close your eyes, and remember just how much value lies within your small, yet mighty soul

We’re so busy fishing for ‘the one’ that we forget that we’re the catch. We have to stop looking and start being – being the one that someone’s looking for. We forget how valuable we are; we forget that whomever it is that we’re looking for, they have to deserve us, and they have to work damn hard to prove that they do. And in your case? That means they better be pretty darn great, because you absolutely are.

We need to treat ourselves as if we’re the ones being sought after, not the ones seeking. We need to love ourselves the way that we hope someone will someday love us. And we need to be happy and proud of who we are, far before we can bring that happiness and confidence to a relationship.

There’s such an unnecessary stigma that’s associated with being single. You’re alone, you’re the odd (wo)man out, and you’re (always) the ultimate third wheel (or 5th if you’re really lucky). But this is the time of our lives when we can go anywhere, do anything – no strings attached. Why are we constantly shying away from this incredibly liberating opportunity instead of embracing it and making the most of it? There will never be a time quite like now, and there will never be opportunities quite like the ones you currently have within your reach.

So every time you wish that you could find someone to hold tight, try to shift your mindset. Hope that someone finds you and holds you tight – because you’re the most valuable piece of love and grace that anyone could be blessed with. And you have better things to do than waste your time looking for people who probably don’t deserve you. So grab your girls (or boys), have a drink (or two) (or three), and continue to live fiercely and love endlessly. Someday, that perfect prince(ss) will hook you – I promise. But until then, just keep swimming.

Cheers to you, the biggest fish in the sea.

-Megan

F A L L

It’s finally boot season in Los Angeles – well, at least for me. I had the pleasure of falling down the stairs last weekend in a public building. The worst part? No one was there to see it. And if you’re going to take a huge spill (quite literally, as I was carrying a cup of coffee) in a public place, at the very least you hope that someone gets a good laugh out of it, right? Instead, I had a huge cry, a slight panic attack and a quick realization that my ankle (not to mention my dignity) was not okay.

So, here I sit, writing this lovely message to you with one foot just chillin’ and the other strangled by my highly fashionable and incredibly sexy boot (pictured below). Jealous? Thought so.


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my natural habitat with my (un)natural boot

note: still no brablems


And as horrifying and debilitating as it’s been to have this ball and chain 24/7, it has forced me to slow down. I’m constantly trying to cross one more to-do off of my (never ending and seemingly impossible) life list, but with this new accessory, I can’t. I have to take things slow(er), and I would be foolish to not seize the opportunity to take a moment, look around, and notice the incredible things that surround me.

I’m not one to turn down the intensity (read: Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop), and I don’t think I have. This week I’ve simply shifted my stresses to school and work. Example: I wrote a 6 page paper in 3 hours yesterday morning with 6 minutes to spare. Call me crazy, because I absolutely am.

And as if falling down the stairs wasn’t enough, the form for my MRI yesterday asked the question: Have you fallen recently? Obviously had to check the “YES” box. Totally awesome and not the least bit mortifying. Because who doesn’t want to repeatedly relive their clumsiness?

I’ve got a few blog posts lining themselves up this week, and I’m excited to share them with all of you over the next few days! Be careful while walking down the stairs carrying coffee; it is Friday the 13th.

Keep doing you, kiddo.

-Megan

Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop

Well, I’ve officially survived my first round of senior midterms. Key word: survived. I didn’t say it was pretty, but hey – it’s over. In better news, round two starts next week, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. [insert extreme sarcasm – and excessive studying – here] To give you an idea of what the upcoming segment of my life looks like: project, midterm, midterm, paper, project. And that’s just the next two weeks… But all I’m thinking about right now (to get me through this academic hell) is watching The O.C. on rerun and eating some (thick and creamy) Mac and Cheese. Senioritis? Maybe. (Definitely.)

But as my crazy semester charges forward – and full steam ahead, at that – I’m thankful for all of the chaos and commotion. I don’t know how to live my life with any sort of vacant, dead space. I’m constantly hustling from A to B because I don’t know how else to do it. I’m not wired to have down time; I’m not wired to simply ‘do nothing’. Definitely sounds nice, but so does walking out of this class right now, and we all know that won’t happen (because he takes attendance).

I’m a girl on the move. I excel under pressure, time constraints and over-booking. I thrive on activity and a full schedule, and when I don’t have a stacked agenda? It’s great for all of 4.7 seconds, and then I’m more stressed, less productive and incredibly anxious.


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When all else fails: L A U G H


That doesn’t mean this crazy life filled with never-ending commitments (and far-too-little sleep) is always fun. It definitely isn’t perfect, but after 21 years, I know how I operate; I’m thankful for the ability to know myself, know my body and know my own personal needs. Now, don’t let me fool you. Meditation, (mediocre) cooking, writing and plans with friends are all in there, they’re scheduled – and written with pen, so they’re firm and nonnegotiable. I’m not a robot, and I never will (or want) to be, but I do need to be busy. Hence, I choose to scramble my way through life in survival mode and to take on (far) more than I can handle sometimes.

At times my life is one gigantic headache, but it’s uniquely mine, and it’s one that I’ve learned to function with. At some point I’ll reduce the chaos, slow my steps and increase the amount of vacant space in my Google Calendar. But as a 21-year-old with seemingly endless energy, I’m just enjoying the mayhem and embracing whatever craziness is thrown at me (or that I intentionally opt into).

And as nuts as this restless life may be (literally), I make sure to have constant reminders that this life is one to be thankful for and one worth cherishing: endless laughter, love, incredible company and an overdose of self-acceptance and respect.

I’m going a million miles a minute down the highway of life, and there’s no way I’m stopping anytime soon.

Keep doing you, as fast or as slow as that may be.

Gotta run, love…

-Megan

No Bra, No Brablems

Raise your hand if you hate wearing a bra.

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They’re just not fun. They’re tight, pokey, hot, itchy, and just all around yuck. And don’t even get me started on pricey (the good ones, anyway). But before you assume I’m a total hippy and completely disconnect my life from yours (I promise, we’re not that different), let me make a disclaimer: as much as I hate to wear them, I do.

I’ll admit – they have some incredible uses (i.e. they’re great for running marathons, riding roller coasters and bumpy buses (me right now), diving into home plate (me 5 years ago), and wearing plain white tees). But they can also be incredibly cumbersome. And I often find myself wearing a bra even when I don’t need to: to bed, around the house, and under huge baggy sweatshirts as I roam Ralph’s at 10pm (I know, #sin). And as I continue to do this, the big question is: why?

Well, I feel pressured.


When you’re freeballin’ and the paparazzi catches you like…

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H E L L O


We’re constantly doing things just because everybody else is doing them. But how often do we stop and think: why am I doing this, and is it because I really want to? When I was a kid my mom used to discourage me from peer pressure (thanks, Ma) by saying “Well, if (s)he told you to jump off a bridge, would you?!” And of course, as a (sassy) child I would promptly say, “Of course not, Mom. Don’t be ridiculous.”

Yet the older I get, the more I recognize myself jumping – the more I’m giving into others’ ideas of goodness, normalcy, beauty, success, and perfection. The older I get, the more I realize that I’m just like everyone else, living in a sea of normalcy and trendiness, just trying to blend in.

But I don’t want to blend in. I don’t want to be just another one of the millions. I want to be one in a million. I want to stand up, stand out, and be different. And you should, too. Because you’re too perfect, too gorgeous, too valuable, and too you to not embrace and love yourself – all of yourself. Even the really (really) weird parts. Because remember: weird is good. And bras are (heavily) overrated.

Keep doing you and letting those girls go.

-Megan

STAY WEIRD.

And if you’re not weird, get weird.

My awesome (and totally weird) boss always tells me to be weird, to embrace my weirdness, and to find someone else (a ‘lifer’) who will do the same. At first I thought it was weird that she was telling me to be weird, but the more I think about it, the more I realize just how imperative it is: we have to be weird to be different, because if we’re not different, we’re all one big monotonous group of boring humans living in a boring world.

But being weird and embracing your weirdness also means that others are going to be weird, and that you have to be okay with their weirdness, too. It doesn’t mean you have to be weird like them, understand their weird ways, or even like their weirdness. But let them be weird. Because they’re letting you be weird. And that’s what you want: to be weird – free of interruption, judgement and any sort of impasse.

So to nudge you to embrace your weirdness and to be a little weirder, I’ll (weirdly) go out on a limb and share with you 9 things (10 would be too predictable) that are weird about me, and that I’ve totally grown to love over the past 21 years. Because let’s face it: the older we get, the more time we’ve had to be weird. And weird is cool.

  1. I never buy jeans full price/ new
  2. I caption Instagram photos based on how even the lines of text are
  3. I sleep with 2 stuffed animals: Bunbun (the OG) and Oatie (Lauren’s OG)
  4. I constantly pick my nose (obviously because I have my nose pierced)
  5. I laugh at my own jokes… a lot
  6. I think my Birkenstocks look good with everything (they don’t)
  7. I have a (severe) aversion to soy products (yuck)
  8. I’m 99.6% sure that my ears belong to an elf
  9. I’m always full throttle about the things I love (i.e. I just got a Garmin vívosmart that I absolutely will not stop talking about… just ask my roomies)

And if you don’t believe any of that, there’s always this…

stayweird

Not featured: my blistering sunburn from the Hawaiian Sun


I’m sure I’ve got about a billion and one more weird things about me (just ask my sister). New things come up everyday, and I always think to myself, “Goodness me, I’m such an odd creature.” But odd is fun, because odd isn’t even. And even is boring. And we don’t like boring, we like weird.

So be weird, stay weird, get weird, and let everyone else be weird, too. Weird makes us unique, and unique is what makes us the beautiful and love-filled individuals that we are. Because we were all weirdly created to be pretty damn weird. 

Keep doing your weird ✌️

-Megan