Goodbye Twenty-Ten, Hello Twenty-Eleven!

Since today is the last day of Twenty-Ten, it seems only fitting to blog about my goals and aspirations for Twenty-Eleven. Personally I don’t see New Year’s as a time to reflect on the past – but as a time to look forward to the future. So what exactly are my resolutions for the New Year? Well, to be honest, I make about 15 resolutions every year – mainly in my head – as such they tend to get pushed out of the way to make room for more prominent and important thoughts. This year, I am blogging it – for every one to see, for me to look back on, for me to remember. So what’s the first step in making a resolution? Well how about to find out EXACTLY what a new year’s resolution is: according to Wikipedia…

“A New Year’s resolution is a commitment to a personal goal that an individual makes to a project or the reforming of a habit, often a lifestyle change that is generally interpreted as advantageous. The name comes from the fact that these commitments normally go into effect on New Year’s Day. “
Basically, I have to work hard for the next three hundred and sixty five days to change my life, to achieve some kind of goal – if that task doesn’t seem daunting, then I don’t know what does! Maybe the point is to choose something that is realistic, not easily attained – but still possible. I would never make it a goal to become a millionaire or invent the latest gadget or to travel around the world in one year because those don’t seem to be realistic goals – at all! Instead I am going to choose three things, three attainable, difficult goals or tasks and I am going to have to work at them every day – perhaps even for the rest of my life.
1)    To learn how to speak and understand Italian – maybe not fluently but enough to hold a conversation. I’ve always wanted to learn, so why not this year?
2)    To write something every day – even if I don’t blog about it I still have to write something. If I’m not writing how can I possibly call myself a writer?
3)    To spend more time with my brother, to try to understand him instead of fighting with him, to become his friend. We’ve fought enough in the last 14 years, I think it’s time to get over the whole “he-took-my-spot-as-the-cutest-youngest-child-and-now-I’m-stuck-being-the-middle-child” thing.
Now some of you may be thinking that these three resolutions are easy, selfish, and not really life changing. How will these three things make me a better person? Simple:
1)    Allows me to learn a new language, and perhaps understand a little bit more about my background. Every one can benefit from learning about a different culture. Besides, it is something I have always wanted to do. This year Italian, next year maybe Portuguese or Spanish or Mandarin – this world is full of knowledge – why not put it to good use?
2)    Allows me to reach my FULL potential, as we all should be striving to do. If I’m doing something I love and that makes me happy, then I can project that onto every one around me. Doesn’t sound all that selfish now, does it?
3)    Family is the most important thing in the world, this resolution will not only make my parents happy but it will make me and my brother happy. I know that sometimes he must feel like I don’t love him and that I’m a bitch and when my sister moves out, it’ll just be us two. I want him to feel as though he can come to me with any problem, question, or favour. I love him, and he deserves a better relationship with his older sister. 
So there it is, my New Year’s Resolution, it’s going to be tough but if I can actually do all of these things then maybe – just maybe I’ll be a better person by the time 2012 rolls around.
Love Always
Vanessa xo

P.s I just want to wish all of you a safe and happy New Year’s! See you next year ;)

Dolce Far Niente

Yesterday I watched Eat. Pray. Love for the second time and, as with most movies, I found that I got something completely different out of watching it this time then I did the first time. This time around one line really struck me, “Dolce Far Niente” which means “the sweetness of doing nothing”.
As a Canadian, this concept can be a little bit jarring. When do we ever actually sit down and ENJOY doing nothing? We know that our lives revolve around our jobs; whatever that job may be – doctor, lawyer, writer, housewife, or teacher—our social life revolves around the work that we have to do. It’s almost as if we feel like we have to work like a donkey to deserve half an hour or even ten minutes of doing nothing. It’s always “after I finish this essay, I’ll watch a movie” or “after this load of laundry, I’ll sit down for a bit”.  But even when we allow ourselves to sit down and take a break from working too hard – because let’s face it, we all work too hard – we sit down and are unable to sit still. We get bored of watching T.V all day, we get antsy and annoyed of sleeping, and we would almost rather be at work then doing nothing at home.
And so I wonder, why is it so difficult for us to find the sweetness in doing nothing? Is it burned in our brains that unless we are doing SOMETHING we are just wasting the free time that we are entitled too? Why can’t we just enjoy reading a good book, or watching T.V, or sitting around the breakfast nook having a coffee with our mom—you don’t even have to talk, in fact one of you could be playing Sudoku and the other could be writing, but just enjoying that silence together, enjoying that moment in which the world has finally stopped moving. That is the sweetness of doing nothing.
I find that no matter where I am, I am always thinking about something—even when I’m watching a movie with someone I love, I can’t stop my brain from thinking. It’s like our thoughts keep us from enjoying ‘doing nothing’.  Even if I can quiet my mind for a few moments, I find that sooner or later I begin to think about what I have to do at work the next day, or what I want to write about, or my finances, or my book, or something my mother said to me, or the fact that I need to clean my bathroom, or get gas—it’s always something. It’s like we all have a To-Do list running through our brain, every moment of every day – how can we possibly enjoy ANY moment if we are busy running through list after list of things we have to do?

I think we all need to make a conscious effort to – as Richard from Texas in Eat. Pray. Love  suggests – “ select our thoughts the same way we select our clothes every day”. We need to train our minds to only think about one thing at a time, to choose positive thoughts, to select each thought we have so that we don’t burn our brains out. This is probably the most intimidating concept that I have ever heard. If I knew how to control and select my thoughts, I wouldn’t be so easily distracted, I would be able to enjoy every moment, I would be able to only think of something that is necessary in the moment I am living. I would be able to live in the present instead of reminiscing about the past or planning every moment of my future.
I understand that the key to happiness is found in a balanced life but the only way to have a balanced life is to balance our thoughts. Maybe then we would be able to live in the moment, we would be able to find the sweetness in doing nothing. So I urge you all to try it. When your mind goes off in a million different directions, select a thought that will help you in that moment. When you’re sitting around doing nothing, by yourself or with your family and you feel that your mind is beginning to wander, stop it.
Dolce Far Niente can only be enjoyed when you let it take you over,
 when you let your mind be still.
I forget what it feels like to truly savor a moment in which I’m doing nothing,
 I invite you to enjoy this sweetness with me sometime- the coffee’s on me :)
Love Always
Vanessa xo

Merry Christmas

Hi Everyone,

Sorry that I’ve been MIA (missing in action) the past few days, and I am also sorry to report that I’ll be MIA until December 26th. I’m at work right now and I plan on staying away from any computer as soon as my shift is over! I hope you all are spending Christmas with people you love. Enjoy the time that you have together.

Merry Christmas to all of you, thank you for your support! I’ll be back with something fresh in a few days!


Love Always
Vanessa xo

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changessss

I know that it isn’t quite New Years yet, in fact Christmas has yet to come and go- but I can’t help thinking about the changes that Twenty-Eleven will bring.  Between my sister buying a house and me publishing my book – my mind has been going a little berserk lately.  I knew that my sister would be moving out a lot sooner than I would but if all goes well she will be settled into her new home by 2012, which gives us only one more year of living under the same roof- probably for the rest of our lives. How freaking weird is that? This will be our last Christmas waking up, walking down the stairs, and opening gifts as a family. It will be the last year that I have to yell at her for not changing the toilet paper roll, or putting away my stuff in the right place after she borrows it. It will be the last year that I will have to wait for her to finish getting ready in the morning before I can get ready for work, it will be the last year that I’ll have her at home to stick up for me. Twenty- Eleven is going to be a year full of “lasts” and that scares the crap out of me.
I think the weirdest part about all of this is that my parents aren’t really shaken by the idea. I mean when the day comes I’m sure my dad will cry and my mom will miss having my sister under her roof, but am I the only one that isn’t ready for all this change? Before I know it, she’ll be married, out of the house and maybe have a kid or two on the way- and it’s only now that I’m realizing how much I haven’t appreciated having her around. I mean it’s not like we’ll lose touch or that I won’t be at her casa every chance I get, but I think I’ll miss having her here, conveniently at home whenever I need to get in touch with her.  Growing up and everything that comes with it is terribly exciting- I have never been more proud of my sister, but the happier I am for her, the more I miss growing up with her.
I understand that I can’t go back in time, and that when I was a kid I wanted nothing more than to be a grown up, with a real job and real responsibilities, and with all of the independence that comes with it. But now… being a grown up doesn’t seem all that fantastic. I guess as twenty eleven progresses, I’ll get accustomed to all of the changes, and I’ll make sure to appreciate every “last” encounter.  I will also keep an open mind to every “first” encounter as well. It is going to be an exciting, tough, expensive year but if I can start it with and open mind and an open heart- maybe growing up won’t be such a bad thing after all. Maybe my sister starting the next phase in her life, and me starting my own will actually bring us closer together? Maybe, as our family grows, we will try to make more time for one another, and we will cherish every family dinner, every hockey tournament we go too, and every Christmas that we celebrate together.
Maybe accepting change is all part of growing up,
maybe the trick to accepting change is making sure that love and family remain constant.
Alright 2011 – I think I’m ready for you… bring it on.
Love Always
Vanessa xo

Hey Everyone!

I just wanted to take a moment to apologize for not posting anything new this weekend and perhaps even for the next few days. I’m sure you all are as busy as I am, as Christmas Eve is only a few days away! I’ve got a couple of things in mind that I want to talk about, but I’m just trying to organize my thoughts a bit… I find that whenever I’m having writer’s block I have to take a few days to myself- I’ll write but I won’t post anything – and then I’ll wait for inspiration to strike. I refuse to write about anything that I am not passionate about, my writing sucks if I’m passive about the topic. I’ve also been a little distracted with all of the new things going on in my life, as well as the book publishing process, but I promise to have something new up very soon.

Thank you all for taking the time to read what I have to say :)

I hope you all had a fantastic weekend and were able to enjoy it with your family and friends.

P.s ANY suggestions for a book cover??


Love Always
Vanessa xo

Girl Power

Is it just me or have women become very hostile towards one another? Every successful, beautiful woman, who happens to have something that you want, automatically becomes a “whore”, a “broad”, or a “slut”.  I know that I’ve talked about jealousy before, but I can’t help but think that there is something more to this than just jealousy.

Men seem to have healthier friendships than women. If two guys get in a fight, within the next few hours they behave as if nothing happened. When two women get into a fight, it can ruin their friendship; women can hold grudges for years. Some women will eventually forget what the fight was about in the first place – all that matters is that the other woman was wrong- and that’s that.

Men can get into a serious relationship, even when their friends are still in that club-hopping/ I-want-to-do-anything-with-legs stage of their life, and they will be genuinely happy that their friend has found a good girl- even if they playfully tease him about it all of the time. Women on the other hand, will get jealous if they themselves are not in a serious relationship and really want one. They can even go so far as to try to convince their friend that she doesn’t need a boyfriend, and that their friendship will be ruined if they stay together (Yes, I have seen this happen).

Men that try to pick up a girl at a club will usually walk away respectfully if a girl says that she has a boyfriend. Girls, on the other hand, will take that as an invitation for a competition – what is it with some girls and their fantasy of having a guy leave their girlfriend to be with them? Why do they insist on flirting and giving constant attention to a guy that has a girlfriend? And why is it that men see nothing wrong with this? Don’t they realize that girls take everything to heart, that even friendly flirting can make some girl fall in lust with you? Don’t they see that if you give a girl an inch- she’ll try to take a mile?

Now I am NOT trying to say that all girls are like this but I have witnessed many situations like the ones I’ve mentioned and I can’t help but wonder, have women lost the respect for other people’s relationships or have they simply lost respect for one another?  I will be the first to admit that I have called other girls the names listed above when I have felt insecure with my own life choices compared to another woman’s- but I am NOT proud of it. And I have only just realized that if women call each other these names, it gives men the right to do the same. I’ve also realized that if women can’t support each other’s successful ventures, then all the “equal rights” we have been fighting for will go down the drain. I think that when women feel insecure with themselves they take it out on the women around them – they try to bring them down – even if that means trying to ruin their relationships.

So I wonder, is this something that is just affecting the younger generation? Is it possible for women to develop healthy friendships? When will we put the claws away and start respecting our fellow women? When will we be happy enough with ourselves to focus on our goals, our dreams, and our lives?

It takes a lot of time and energy to be angry at the world and to be in constant competition with other women.
 Imagine what women could achieve if we harnessed that energy and used it to achieve our goals and support the goals of other women.
I mean, it’d be a real shame if all those women burned their bras for nothing, wouldn’t it?


Love Always
Vanessa xo


P.s. I’ve been working hard to get everything done for my book! The editorial process is almost complete and I will be working with the design team soon enough! I can’t wait for it to all come together! What I really need now is to choose a cover – it’s a lot harder than I expected. Will keep you all up to date… Thanks again! <3 xo

Swag vs. Swagger

I’m sure many of you have heard the term swag more often then the term swagger. Swagger, according to the Canadian English Oxford dictionary, has two definitions. One: to walk or behave with an air of confidence, self-importance, or toughness. Two: to walk around with an air or attitude of cockiness, or flamboyancy (to be ostentatious- which is a pretentious and vulgar display of wealth and luxury). With songs like Turn My Swag On by Soulja Boy the definitions of swagger and swag can get quite blurry. I understand that young artists have tried to modernize a word that the younger generation has heard their parents talk about. Their intention was probably to make swagger “cool”, because we all know that if something comes out of our parents’ mouths, it can’t possibly be “cool”.
The problem is that they have taken the worst definition of swagger and coined it as swag.  Now the younger generation is under the impression that old school swagger is the same thing as swag -  making money, flaunting it, and being cocky and arrogant. “Hopped out of bed and put my swag on,” is a line from the song Turn My Swag On. Swagger is NOT something you can put on. REAL swagger is something that a man is born with, swagger is a GOOD quality. Swagger oozes out of a man who has it, they don’t put it on, that’s just the way they are.
In order to get a better grasp of what swagger really is, I decided to “Google Images” the word, and do you know what popped up? I looked through 20 pages and all I saw was hip hop artists, bling, running shoes, and Kanye West. My heart sunk and I swear Dean Martin must have been turning over in his grave. I would have no problem with “swag” if people hadn’t butchered its original meaning. Swagger is the ability for a man to come into a room and make everyone feel at ease, a man with swagger is confident NOT cocky, they treat women and their fellow gentlemen with respect,  they genuinely like people and don’t flaunt what they have but allow other people to enjoy their earnings with them. Men with swagger are a rare commodity in today’s society and with swag becoming ever more popular, you can understand why.
Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Sammy Davis Jr., are the “creators” of swagger, and the best part is, they didn’t know they were creating anything. I was introduced to swagger by my father, who constantly played their CDs in the home as well as in the car. When I was younger I wasn’t able to appreciate their music, but after seeing them sing, watching their films, and watching The Dean Martin Show, I could immediately understand what swagger is and the aura these men were able to give off.  Yesterday I tried to come up with a list of stars that represent this same kind of swagger: Johnny Depp, George Clooney, Denzel Washington, Will Smith, Michael Bublé, Harry Connick Jr. – all of these men have swagger. But did you notice that NONE of these men are under the age 30? I could not think of one artist or entertainer younger than 30 with that undeniable swagger about him, pathetic huh?
Then I started to think about the female equivalent of swagger, a.k.a class.  Classy women are elegant, they are respectful, they are sexy but they don’t have to prance around half-naked, they are tasteful, and they keep you wanting more. Kate Winslet, Natalie Portman, Scarlett Johansson, and Beyoncé are the only four women I could think of with that Audrey Hepburn or Marilyn Monroe kind of class.  But once again, all of these women are over the age of 30. Now I’m not in ANY way, shape, or form saying that NONE of the younger artists or entertainers have class, or that ONLY these women are classy, but you must admit – classy women come few and far between. All you see today are half-naked pictures of women and young girls acting and dressing like hooches – I’m not saying that women should have to hide their bodies, but what ever happened to being classy? Class can be sexy, and it really bothers me that today’s young women think that the ONLY way to be sexy is to wear the least amount of clothes possible, with the most amount of make-up.
Will the time ever come when SWAGGER is more prevalent than SWAG?
Will CLASS ever be more common than the “Hoochy” kind of SEXY that surrounds us?
When will we be able to grasp the fact that, sometimes,
less really is more.
Love always
Vanessa xo

"Where Are You Christmas? Why Can’t I Find You?"


Is it sad that I started crying on my way to work today? And I’m talking mascara running, ugly face making, heaving kind of crying? Why exactly? Well, it could have something to do with the muscle I pulled while I was cleaning my car this morning or the fact that it took me over an hour and a half to get to work or the fact that somewhere between Nashville and Rutherford I really had to poop and knew that by the time I got to work I wouldn’t even have to go anymore. I think it had a little bit to do with all of those things, but most of all it was the fact that I physically started to despise winter- I couldn’t even listen to Christmas music! The second Let it Snow came on I had to turn off my radio completely! And that kind of depressed me.
Where have I let my Christmas spirit disappear too? Why, with only 2 weeks until Christmas have I not felt anything CLOSE to excitement? When I was a kid I never had to worry about cleaning off my car, or driving in crappy weather, or being too “busy” to help put up the Christmas tree, I was ALWAYS taken over by the spirit of Christmas. Christmas was about Santa and presents and magic. I remember the way my heart skipped a beat on Christmas morning when I walked down the stairs with my sister and brother, the way I would gasp when I saw the mountain of presents underneath the Christmas tree, and the way my eyes glistened when I saw that Santa had eaten the cookies we left- the big guy came through again.
I know that eventually you find out the “truth” about Santa, and as you get older you look back and feel silly about how much you actually believed in him. You feel silly about how much you believed in the magic of Christmas. But maybe there isn’t a need to feel silly, maybe Christmas doesn’t have to be about believing in Santa, maybe it’s just about believing.
Maybe Christmas becomes something completely different as you get older. Not better or worse- just different. For most people, the spirit of Christmas is lost the day that they stop believing in Santa, for others who truly believe in the spirit of Christmas, they find it elsewhere. For these people, Christmas is no longer about the presents they receive, but about finding that one perfect gift for someone they love.  These people understand the time and effort it takes to make a big Christmas feast, or to decorate the house.  These people begin to feel giddy when they see decorated Christmas trees through the windows of houses that they drive by, and they can’t help but feel warm inside when they see stockings hanging by the fireplace, or a lapinga (*picture above) in the foyer.  Yes, these people still feel the stress of Christmas, the budgeting for Christmas gifts, the fear of driving in crazy weather, the anxiety of getting everything done on time- but they know that even if it’s just for one day- it is all worth while.
They look forward to the time that they get to spend with their family and friends, in spite of however long the journey takes to get there. They can’t wait to have a lovely meal and just talk to real people, about real things. Family is where the spirit of Christmas lies. Even without all of the bells and whistles, family is the one thing you can count on having for Christmas.  I know that that’s a little bit of a presumptuous statement, because some people out there don’t have a family to celebrate with. But if there is one Christmas wish that I could make and have come true- it would be for everyone in the world to spend Christmas with someone they love.  
It’s funny, as I’m sitting here writing this, thinking about my own traditions, and my plans for Christmas- I can’t help but get excited. I think I just found my Christmas Spirit, and if this blog can make you feel the same, then my second Christmas wish has already come true.

So stop being a Scrooge,
 let the Spirit of Christmas find you
and let it fill your soul.
You can thank me later ;)
Love Always
Vanessa Xo

Have you Ever Wished Upon A Star?

“Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.

We’ll make a wish and do as dreamers do,

and All of our Wishes will come true.” 

Anyone that has watched Walt Disney’s Pinocchio should have recognized that quote.  You should have remembered that feeling in the pit of your heart – the feeling of unconditional hope. If you’re like me, just reading this quote would have flooded you with a wave of nostalgia. When I was a kid, I used to look out of my bedroom window and hope that there was a star shining brightly, waiting for me to make a wish. I don’t remember what I used to wish for, but I remember feeling giddy inside, like my dreams were already coming true.


The thing about being a kid is, everything is magical, everything is wonderful, and you genuinely believe in the impossible. You believe that if you wish hard enough and you promise to be a good little boy or girl, your biggest dreams will come true. Somewhere between being a child and becoming a teen, the magic that you once believed in starts to fade away. You stop believing in the impossible, in Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy, and you feel giddy less and less often. Soon you begin to lose faith in wishes, in fact, the only time you wish from something, is when you’ve drunk too much and you want the room to stop spinning (don’t act like you’ve never done it).  Soon you realize that you have to make your own magic… and that’s EXACTLY what I’ve decided to do.


For about a year now I’ve been sending my manuscript to several publishing companies, and as with many first manuscripts I’ve had a fair share of rejection. The “problem” with my manuscript is that it doesn’t have a set genre. My manuscript is much like the posts on my blog, but it took me eight years to write. There are blogs and journal entries from when I was thirteen years old until I turned twenty, so if you enjoy my style of writing, then I do hope you’ll give my book a chance. It was a terrifying decision to make and you’ll understand why when you’ve read my book, but with the support of my family and my best friend I have finally decided to self-publish my book. And don’t worry I’m not going to post this and then not follow through- the process has already begun and around Springtime 2011, you will be able to purchase my book in store or online. It’s going to be a long process but I will fill you in with the details as they come up.

To all you people out there under the impression that self-publishing isn’t REAL publishing – suck it! …. Just kidding! :P To be honest, that’s what I thought too, but how many other people out there can say that they’re making their own magic? That after eight years of wishing on a star, they’re MAKING their dreams come true?

So if you’ve ever wished upon a star, 
if you miss believing in the impossible,
MAKE your own magic… 
all it takes is a dash of dedication and a spoonful of courage. 


Love Always
Vanessa xo


P.s I just wanted to thank you all for your support. A lot of you are avid readers of my blog. If it wasn’t for such a positive response from all of you, I would never have had the courage to continue to write. 

Naked

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and mentally pointed out everything that you don’t like about the body standing before you? Do you remember what it feels like for the person you love to see you naked for the first time? Did you ever notice how vulnerable a person is when they have nothing on but a smile or a frown?

Body image is a touchy subject and one that is very difficult for me to write about. In previous blogs I have mentioned my healthy eating habits and need to workout on a daily basis but I haven’t had the balls to tell you why. When I was in grade school, I was made fun of because of my weight -which is a normal occurrence these days.  When I started high school, I wasn’t made fun of but I had a lot of trouble getting boys to like me. I assumed that if I lost weight, someone would finally look at me as more than a friend. The sad thing is that after years of not eating junk food, working out every day, and being very careful about my food portions, I finally started getting attention from boys. Yes, they finally thought I was attractive, but I still wasn’t able to find a boyfriend. I soon realized that it wasn’t my weight that kept boys from liking me, it was my personality. In high school, I was self conscious, I was shy, and I was a pushover- not exactly attractive qualities are they? Over the years I have not just changed physically but I have grown up quite a bit. I have learnt how to be myself, how to say what I feel, so on and so forth. But some days I am still left with that anxiety, the fear of gaining weight. I don’t exactly count calories but when I eat unhealthy foods, I can’t help but thinking about my next workout. If I don’t workout for a few days, I start to become physically nauseous. Scary stuff huh?

The insane part about all this is that my boyfriend, my family, and my friends all say that I should gain a few pounds, I probably wouldn’t look so sick if I did. And I know that regardless of what size I am, they will always love me for me. But I still can’t help the way that I feel about myself sometimes. And I wonder how many other girls feel this way? How many men have self image issues? So I conducted my own research. I asked several people these questions;

1) When do you feel the most self conscious about yourself?
2) If there is one thing you could change about your body what would it be?
3) What attracts you more, physical characteristics or personality?

4) In a relationship, how important is being attracted to your partner?
5) Have you ever struggled with your weight?
6) What is better: naturally small boobs or fake perfect ones?
7) How do you feel about the Dove beauty campaigns?
8) What is beauty to you?

Don’t worry – I won’t go through every answer that I received for every question. However I will have you know that I asked an array of different people. Both men and women, with all different body shapes and sizes, and all beautiful. What I found out was that everyone- even men- have certain insecurities. There is always that one thing that you would like to change about yourself. The important thing to figure out is whether you want to change it for yourself or for other people. Everyone that I spoke with agreed that you should NOT want to change the way that you look just to fit in with the people around you, or what the media tells you. And even though there are certain things that you want to change, you should try to embrace everything about you, whether it’s your thighs, your height, your butt, your boobs (or lack there of) – you should learn to love every single inch of yourself. For people who have lost a lot of weight this becomes quite difficult.  More often then not, these people  become obsessed with the thought of gaining the weight back. They may like the “new” them but just when they start to feel confident about themselves, they eat a burger with fries and maybe even a slice of cheesecake for desert, and BAM they feel like they’ve gained some of the weight back. They get that nauseating feeling in the pit of their stomach and can’t wait to get home and exercise. This is not a healthy way of living. As long as you are at a healthy weight, you eat healthy most of the time, and you exercise, there is ABSOLUTELY no reason for you to not treat yourself! We have enough to worry about these days don’t we? Why do we let our FEAR of eating, CONSUME our lives?

It takes years and years for this type of person to fully be comfortable in their own skin, for them to conquer the fear of gaining weight and just live their life. But the ONLY way to get through it is with the help of your family and friends. These people will be there to tell you how perfect you are, and the best part is – they’ll mean it. I know it is hard to see yourself the way that people see you, but sometimes you have to take that leap of faith and BELIEVE people when they tell you that you’re beautiful, handsome, sexy, or amazing.


Beauty- as some of my interviewees have pointed out- comes from the inside out. A person with an amazing personality will seem to be ten times more beautiful then they appear. The same way a person with a horrible personality will seem a lot uglier than they are. You could be the best looking girl or guy in the world, but if you don’t have a good heart – all that beauty means nothing. Most of the people I talked too, myself included, agree that beauty is confidence. Beauty is being able to “keep your head up even on bad days, being happy with yourself, and not caring about what other people think or say.” Beauty is being able to stand beside someone that is the “media’s” kind of beautiful and not feel threatened or jealous because you know that you have just as much to offer the world as they do, maybe even more so. Beauty is being comfortable in your own skin even when you have those bloated period days, or acne, or a bad hair day. Beauty means looking past your imperfections because any person who truly loves you, won’t notice these things- they’ll just see YOU.
Now, I know this has been a long blog, and with an issue like this, I could go on forever. So, don’t be surprised if there is a part two to this. But for now, I would like to end it on this note…

I double-dog-dare you to undress in front of your bathroom mirror, before or after a shower, with your eyes closed. Stand there for a moment or two and think about everything that you have going for yourself, everything in your life that you’re proud of, all of your achievements, and all of the physical features that you love about yourself. Think about the people in your life that you just couldn’t go a day without. And last but not least, think about the person that you have shared your most intimate moments with, think about how special and beautiful/handsome they make you feel.

Open your eyes…  you will no longer see your tiny breasts or cellulite, or big thighs, or receding hairline, or height, or flabby arms, you will see the REAL you. The YOU that is buried deep within. The YOU that you are sometimes afraid to be proud of because you don’t want to seem cocky or arrogant. You will see the beauty within your soul and that will transcend to EVERY other aspect of your life.

Now …

Go take a shower or put some clothes on… Your parents are probably wondering what you’ve been doing in the bathroom for so long!  

& Remember
Stay Confident. Stay Beautiful. Stay True.


Love Always
Vanessa xo

I just want to thank all of those wonderful people that shared their thoughts, stories, and insecurities with me. I tried to incorporate as much of my research as possible. Just so you know, I’m honoured to have each and every one of you beautiful people in my life- let’s share a slice of cheesecake sometime, eh? :)

P.S Things are getting finalized tonight – I’ll reveal the exciting news by the end of this week… or maybe I’ll drag out the suspense as long as possible … who knows ;)