So Worth Loving

Wow
We had a blast dancing, laughing, eating, posing, and loving with the locals of where this whole thing began!
Thank you all for all of your support. So Worth Loving would not be where it is now if it weren’t for all of you helping every step of the way. 

We are stoked for the next chapter that is going to unfold for the SWL family, and we hope that you will be a part of it! 

Speaking of, if you were a part of any stop during our Free to Be tour, or you just love the message in general, we would love to share your story with all of the world wide web! 
So:
If you have something to share, just submit your story to submissions@soworthloving.com and we will let you know ASAP if and when you would be a featured guest on our blog! 
(Which is this.. you’re reading from our blog)
We love y’all so much and we hope you do too!
Love,
The So Worth Loving team
P.S. Photo-booth pictures from last night will be up soon! High-res

Wow

We had a blast dancing, laughing, eating, posing, and loving with the locals of where this whole thing began!

Thank you all for all of your support. So Worth Loving would not be where it is now if it weren’t for all of you helping every step of the way. 

We are stoked for the next chapter that is going to unfold for the SWL family, and we hope that you will be a part of it! 

Speaking of, if you were a part of any stop during our Free to Be tour, or you just love the message in general, we would love to share your story with all of the world wide web! 

So:

If you have something to share, just submit your story to submissions@soworthloving.com and we will let you know ASAP if and when you would be a featured guest on our blog! 

(Which is this.. you’re reading from our blog)

We love y’all so much and we hope you do too!

Love,

The So Worth Loving team

P.S. Photo-booth pictures from last night will be up soon!

They say everything is bigger in Texas,
so this shin dig should be HUGE. 

If any of y’all are in or around the Dallas, Texas area, we would love to hear all about how you’re doing! 

So be at Pouf Blowout TOMORROW, April 5th at 6 o’clock for some love, some laughs, and some braids!
Can’t wait to meet you!
Pouf Blowout:
5319 East Mockingbird LaneSuite #125Dallas, TX 75206 High-res

They say everything is bigger in Texas,

so this shin dig should be HUGE

If any of y’all are in or around the Dallas, Texas area, we would love to hear all about how you’re doing! 

So be at Pouf Blowout TOMORROW, April 5th at 6 o’clock for some love, some laughs, and some braids!

Can’t wait to meet you!

Pouf Blowout:

5319 East Mockingbird Lane
Suite #125
Dallas, TX 75206

One Size Fits All

I am not a fan of shopping, but when the time comes where I actually have more than five dollars in my wallet, I prefer to sit in my sweatpants and ripped-up tee and shop on my beat up laptop.

As I am shopping, I see a very nice and flowy shirt, and bolded underneath:

One size fits all.

The model who is wearing this shirt is probably close to the size of my arm so how on earth is a top supposed to fit me like it does her?

But if they say it does, then I will believe them.  

So I can actually wear a top that is the same size as a girl who has that ‘perfect look’ that I’ve wanted for so long. I can match a model! I can kind of think I’m skinny!

But I have to be real. I’m not skinny. If I am skinny, my butt is too distracting to see any tiny qualities I may possess.

  • And it’s time to be okay with that.

If Sir Mix A lot digs big booties, then so do I.

Anyway,

To make a long story short, that top didn’t fit me like the model. I’m sure you saw that coming anyway.

Because there isn’t one size that fits all.

We are all so beautiful and breathtaking in our own unique ways, that we should be offended that companies would want to generalize our wonderful shapes into one sack-like top.

Our beauty is far beyond the hold of fabric.

So if you’re disappointed that you can’t fit into that size like a model can, it’s because that model can’t pull off a size that you can ROCK.

Love you. Love your body.

Written and loved on by Karlye Hayes

I Will Heal

There’s certain things that remind me of you.A song.A hotel.A restaurant.

A friend we both know + loved.

There’s things that remind me of you all the time.

A sound. A color. A simple gesture from the most unsuspecting soul.

Because, you see, once upon a time you were everywhere. You were everything. You were fused with every part of my being. Every part of my heart.Every part of my soul.

And now you’re not.

You’re not there anymore.

But here’s the thing…

When I hear that song, you’re still there. I see that hotel, and memories just come flooding back. I walk into the restaurant, and I remember our favorite dish. I see our common friend and I try my hardest not to utter your name, but your name is there, hanging over our every word.

Cause here’s the thing.

I loved you once.

Fiercely. Madly. Unapologetically.

I loved you once.

I’d walk through fire for you. I’d be the person to ease your pain, calm your fears, be your champion.

Champion.

I was the one who lifted you up. I was the coach in your corner. The partner by your side. I was your biggest cheerleader, your strongest champion. I was the one who wanted nothing but the moon + sun + stars for you.

That’s all I wanted.

I just wanted to be there, too.

But sometimes, when all the sparkly bits of the universe are wrapped up in another individual, there isn’t room for anyone else left to shine.

There isn’t room for any more sparkle.

There isn’t room for any more soul.

And so, you pushed me out. You kicked me aside like an old shoe. Like yesterdays trash. You replaced me, with something less than my sparkle.

But, my love, my sweet, sweet love – my sparkle, my shine, my soul – even that is out of your reach. Even that is something you can’t touch. Even that is something that you cannot control.

Because I will shine.

Despite you trying to break me into bits…I will shine.

Scratch that – despite you breaking me into bits, I am shining. Growing. Doing. Being.

I’m spreading my wings, and giving my heart to those who treasure it. Appreciate it. Honor it. I’m doing my work and living and loving, and you know what? Slowly but surely, my scars are healing.

Because despite the games that were played, the bruises that occurred, the scars that were caused – despite it all,

I. Will. Heal.

Cause baby, even if you didn’t realize it…I am So. Worth. Loving. 

Written and loved on by Megan Minutillo

Target Is Now in the Lead for Worst Photoshop Job Ever With This Horrifying Thigh Gap

I literally cracked up at this!

This article shows that not even computers can achieve the desired look that women often crave to be. We shall not be controlled by what ads say we should look like.

We can’t lose or gain weight with computers. We just continue blooming into beautifully unique individuals. 

Hopefully computers will someday get over their own insecurities. 

Let’s Shine

Whispers when I walk by. Snappy comments, disguised as compliments or jokes. Talking behind my back when they don’t think I can hear or it won’t get back to me.

You don’t think I notice? The stares, the obnoxious smiles.

After being on this earth for 30 years…it’s getting old.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’

Actually, who are you not to be?

― Marianne Williamson

 

It’s not just people talking about me. I had once had a girl say she didn’t like me because I smiled too much. I have had people sit me down and tell me that I am “too much”. And then there’s the people who want to be around you until they feel like you’re taking too much of the attention from them.

I have grown up surrounded by love. I have been told since I was old enough to understand, that my life has worth, that I can be anything I want and that I am loved. Blessed am I, to live a life where I have understood my worth (most of the time) and been able to flourish. For this, I am grateful. It’s because of this, that I joined SWL. I wanted to spread the message…not to combat my own insecurities, but to help the vicious cycle of insecurity and unworthiness that causes so much tension and strife in our world.

Apparently though, this makes me a target. Being confident, knowing my value, having dreams, ideas and talents.

Crazy eh?  I’m sure there are many of us out there who have had moments where we can’t seem to understand the reaction we’re getting from someone…

It’s almost like they’re saying “let’s go after the one with the confidence. Let’s go after the girl or boy who is actually smiling”.

Recently I had someone in my life decide that what was going on in my love life or, actually what they construed to be what was going on, was their business.

I had to ask myself, when did we get to a point where we feel that we can comment on others lives? Sadly, we live in a culture of voyeurism, self-righteousness and judgment.

Admittedly, my first reaction wasn’t the most pleasant or what I could say I was proud of; it caused me to be enraged (thankfully privately), but it also made me realize something about myself that really needs changing…and I bet that it’s true for a few more people than me…

The truth is, that the people who are teasing, envious, jealous. Those people who feel the need to judge others, those who believe that they are better…

They’re insecure and they need to realize that they are worthy of love and have value.

We each have one life to live and a responsibility to do the best with that life. Love yourself, love others.

Why do we care about the opinions, thoughts and criticisms of those who have no vested interest in our lives? Those who do not care about us? Those who do not love us?

Why do we weigh the opinions and thoughts of those who are insecure, jealous, envious and sometimes just plain mean?

For the same reason people are mean, jealous and insecure. I believe it’s a desire to be wanted, to be accepted, to be loved…it’s inherent in each of us.

Here’s your challenge. My challenge for 2014.

Let’s SHINE.

Let’s not allow others opinions of us hurt us or affect what we feel about ourselves. Let us shine and unlock that within others.

Surround yourself with people who lift you up, push you forward and challenge you to be the best. Be that person in someone else’s life…watch your tongue before you gossip; catch yourself before you discuss someone else’s life.

 

Let’s stop being curious about that which isn’t our business. Let’s remember that life isn’t a pie…it’s a river…there’s plenty of blessings, talent and opportunity for us all.  

Just because you are given an opportunity or a blessing, it does not mean that I won’t.

Let’s spread the love.

 Written and loved on by Michelle Plett

When The Dress Doesn’t Fit

It’s perfect. It is PERFECT. Just have to find my size…

I am bursting with excitement and grinning from ear to ear as I sift through the rack of dresses, searching for my size. I am always searching for my size, the right size. YES! I hold the dress up and look at the tag. I tried this exact same dress on two months ago and it’s finally on sale. It fit beautifully, hugging all the right places and graciously flowing over the wrong ones.With the black high heeled pumps and that silver necklace…I am mentally styling a dress I haven’t even purchased yet. I need to see it on again, just to know if I need to buy new shoes also.

I get pleased looks from sales people as I make my way to the fitting rooms in the back of the store. By the time I get there I can barely contain myself. It takes almost no time for me to strip out of my winter layers and step into the gorgeous dress hanging on the wall in front of me. I feel its silky texture, and run my fingers over the beaded embellishment near the sweetheart neckline.

I’m smiling and looking into the mirror, trying to zip up the dress, when suddenly….it just stops. The zipper stops. It must be stuck. I wiggle it, move it around, and finally turn to look at it in the floor length mirror. It’s not a piece of thread stuck in the zipper that’s stopping it from going up, it’s my sides.

My love handles.

The fabric around my hips is pulled tight to the point of tearing. My ample curves leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. My bust is spilling over and stretching the seams of the pretty top. The dress doesn’t fit.

I quickly undo the little zipping I had managed and look at the tag. I was this size two months ago. I’ve gained more weight? I think, as I look at myself with fresh eyes. I’m staring at the five feet, two inch tall body of a college senior who has succumbed to many late night, junk food-filled study sessions. It is as if I am seeing my scantily clad body for the first time. My dimpled thighs and full hips, my round tummy and stretch marked waist. Every imperfection is magnified in my tear filled eyes. My head begins to pound and my heart begins to race. I drop the too small dress to the floor and stare at my body with complete disgust. The tears are falling hot and heavy now, pulsing down my humiliated face in waves of defeat and anguish.

“Do you need help zipping up?” the sales lady asks from behind the closed door. “Um…no thank you! It didn’t look right…” I stutter as I reluctantly pull on my gigantic jeans and wipe away the tears from my heated cheeks.

I emerge from the dressing room and hastily hang the stupid dress on the rack. I shuffle out of the store just quick enough to avoid the nice sales assistant, and pull my hood up just in time to hide the fresh tears that are spilling down my face. I am devastated.

We’ve all had these moments, times when our bodies seem like the enemy. Times when all we want to do is crawl under a blanket and forget we even tried the dress on in the first place. Maybe it was your jeans from last summer that won’t button, or that one shirt you absolutely LOVE that’s squeezing your arms a little too much.

We’ve all felt the disappointment and the shame, the self-loathing and pain that comes with momentarily hating your body. It’s in those moments we wish we were someone else, someone with more self-control and better genes. Someone who ran instead of ate ice cream, and chose a banana over a brownie.

  • It’s in those moments that we forget how beautiful we are, and how precious, how loved and cherished our souls and bodies are. It’s in these moments that we forget we were created perfectly, intentionally, with purpose and passion, and that no amount of weight gained will ever change that.

It’s in those moments that we have to take a good, long, hard look inside ourselves and remember that we all have flaws. We are all imperfectly perfect, trying to make the very best of what we’ve been given, and learning to love the parts of us we’d rather hide.

It’s in those moments that you must remember that within you is a seed of greatness that needs to be watered and carefully cared for.

It needs you to whisper sweet words of encouragement and sincerity, and water it with love and kindness when society is polluting your soil with lies and judgment. That seed needs positivity, your positivity, to beat down on the earth above like sunlight, and draw its soft core out into the open. Your inner light that shines will help that seed to grow into something rare, something beautiful and pure that only exists inside of you. You will begin to bloom and produce fruit of love that will draw others to you, and bare leaves that blow those sweet words of life toward the seeds buried deep within the pain of self-hatred in others. Your roots will sink deep into your soul, and become the truth that holds you firm when storms of self-consciousness beat at your back and attempt to overturn you.

So in those moments - when the dress doesn’t fit, when he doesn’t love you back, when you get an F on that test, when you don’t know which way is up, when you cannot remember what makes you unique, and special, and beautiful- remember that you are loved.

You are loved unconditionally, incessantly and perfectly.

And remember that you are beautiful, even if the dress doesn’t show it. 

Written and loved on by Daniah Miller