Blog creator, Jessica, answers: “What would you tell your younger self?”


baby me

I guess it is my turn.  I have had a few entries over the last year that women in my life have submitted under this category of “What would you tell your younger self?”  This thought for me is constantly changing.  It is usually shaped by whatever I am going through at the time or certain things I have observed.  My life experiences have varied and I have been a witness to happenings that even as little as five years ago I could have never imagined.  Therefore, let me say that by no means is this all of the advice I could give to my younger self, but it is what I feel I can share today.  I hope that through this blog and through what I have written below, you can find comfort, similarity in your life or that of a friend and feel like you are not alone.  I do not think that I live with regrets, but if I was given the chance to change a few things, I think I would.  I have faith that I was destined to be wher

e I am today and that I am destined to be wherever I am at the end of my life, so I do not worry that changing things in my past will have affected my end result like some people do.  I am happy with where I am and I am so blessed with those in my life.  And so I begin with a letter to myself…

Dear Jessie,

You always thought about what it would be like to be 27 years old, but you never could really picture it.  You thought you would be married, which you are, and you thought you would have kids, which you don’t.  The only person you really pictured yourself as at this age was Barbie, and well…you were a little off, but that’s ok!

There are some things I wish I could have told you, but it’s a little late for that.  Instead, I will share these tidbits in the hopes that someone else might feel a connection and take something from what I have to say.  But don’t worry Jessie, you are doing just fine and those you love and look up to are still standing by you, 100%.

Love, Jessica.

What I would tell my younger self:

-Everything mom and dad told you was right!  I know you have to learn for yourself, but remember that there is a good reason (or two!) that they say the things they do.

-Be happy you don’t look like everyone else.  Here are some compliments people will give you about those odd little things you are not sure you appreciate: “I love that you have these moles (pointing to my shoulder, chest and upper lip).  I like them.” (friend in high school); “You have the best neck.” (husband); “You remind me of a young Ingrid Bergman.  You have the same sparkle in your eye.”(shuttle driver in California); “You’re thick in a good way.'” (athlete at school).  Some of those compliments may seem silly, but everyone appreciates something different so be you and let people figure out why you’re great on their own.

-Never sell yourself short.  In high school, you let school take a back seat to your social life.  Frankly, looking back, I think you could’ve had a social life, played sports and still earned straight A’s.

-Don’t let one thing, like having a boyfriend, run your life and forget about everything or everyone else.  The first person you date will most likely not be your last!

-Friends always want to be there for you.  Let them.  Be loyal to them and never say anything about someone behind their back that you wouldn’t feel comfortable saying to their face.

-Be kind.  Always.  Remember how it hurts when others tease you.  Don’t take for granted that you have supports – seek out lonely people and befriend them.

-Drinking can be fun, but so can not drinking.  Know your limit so that you stay true to yourself…and thank God facebook and twitter did not exist when you were in middle and high school.

-Do not dress for others to notice you.  Dress for yourself.  Your skirt does not need to be shorter and your tops do not need to be tighter.  The right boys will notice you for you – not how much skin you show.

-Don’t lie to your parents.

-Respect your teachers and your coaches.  Even if you don’t agree with everything they say or do, respect them.  ***Side note – I never disrespected my parents by yelling at them or belittling them.  When I see kids talk back rudely, curse or act condescendingly to their parents (I am talking about good, kind, appropriate parents) it makes me feel sick.  Do NOT do that to your mom and dad.  It does not make you cool and it will not get you very far in life to treat others like that.  You can never replace family so don’t push them away.

-Don’t be afraid to be silly!

-Dance at the school dances.

-Throw “the rules” out the window!  If you want to go out with someone, ask them.  If you want to dance with someone, ask them.  The worst that can happen is they say, “no,” and you move on.  Don’t wait around for someone to call you – if you want to talk to them, call them!

-Hug your friends when you see them, and hug them goodbye if you want to.  Everyone wants to feel wanted.  Show them you’re happy they showed up and that you can’t wait to see them again.

-Tell people what’s on your mind.  If you want someone to know how they make you feel, tell them.  If you want to tell someone that you are proud of them, tell them!  No one can read minds and it feels so good when someone let’s you know something intimate like how you’ve impacted their life.

-Do not live in fear.

-Make decisions that you can be proud of.

-Know that when things don’t go the way you planned, everything will still be ok.  You are who you are, and you can do anything.

-Make yourself indispensable in everything you do.  Work hard and you will be noticed.

-Don’t doubt yourself and always trust your gut feeling.

-Don’t be afraid to ask for help.

-Don’t forget that you are loved.


What it’s like to be the sporty girl, for @girlguidesofcanada


Me playing co-ed flag football in University

My friends on twitter, @girlguidesofcanada, asked for a guest post on what it’s like to be the smart girl, the sporty girl, the girly girl, etc.  For me, I was the sporty girl from the time I was in grade 6, and I would love to share what it was like for me.

Becoming a “tom boy” in grade 6 was an easy transition for me because I was a little girl who always liked playing catch with her dad and rough-housing with her brother.  I gave my mom a hard time whenever we went clothes shopping and it was usually a struggle to get me to wear something pretty to church on Sundays.  I found my niche at my new middle school by joining the softball, volleyball, and basketball teams.  I was never picked last in phys ed for teams and I often stayed in my gym clothes for the rest of the school day.  It made me comfortable to be labelled as a jock because I knew I would mostly only be judged by my peers on athletic performance–a category that I was confident in.  I was ok with being labelled as a tom boy but I was afraid of just being a girl because I knew I was not in the “popular” crowd and that the majority of the male population at my school did not want to date me–being a “girl” would open myself up to judgment that I was not ready for.  In fact, at the school dance/3 on 3 basketball contest, a boy asked me to go with him but as a teammate, not a date–so I would be wearing tennis shoes and a sports bra when the other girls would be in dresses.  At the dance portion of the event I smelled like rubber and sweat from the game–I didn’t get asked to dance but I did talk and joke around with the boys which was more than some of the other girls could do, so I was satisfied.  If the boys weren’t going to date me, at least they would be my friends.

Lots of "sporty girls", my hockey team in University

My second year of high school I tapped into my girlier side and found a way to merge being more feminine with being a varsity athlete.  Being in the athletic crowd in high school earned me more friends and popularity, which was a bonus.  I wasn’t afraid to talk to anyone and I felt like I could genuinely call most people in my grade my friends.  I had a muscular physique which made me self-conscious because I wasn’t rail thin, but as I grew older I learned that most boys liked girls with some physical substance.  My guy friends and I would have lifting contests in gym and my legs were usually stronger than theirs which impressed, not appalled, them.  I learned to love my strong body and gained the physical confidence that I had been lacking in my younger years.

Being an athlete gave me a sense of accomplishment and pride, which is so important growing up.  I was good at something that I loved, and sometimes I was even honored for it.  Sports gave me the chance at scholarships for university and even got my name in the newspaper a few times after big games.  I was given awards from my teammates and coaches and was recognized at school assemblies.  I was in shape and felt healthy.

Now, at almost 26, I am still an athlete.  I play on dodgeball, volleyball, and softball teams.  I do still have moments where I feel a little too masculine–like grunting and cheering after hitting a guy with a dodgeball–but I am balanced with a feminine side that loves cooking for my husband and reading fashion magazines.  Being an athlete actually attracted my husband to me on the day that we met and to this day he is always telling me how much he loves my strong legs–something that might intimidate other men.

I have two points for you: the first is that no matter which category you think you fit in, you don’t need to label yourself.  Yes, I was sporty, but I also got great grades and was an over-acheiver in school.  I liked going to the mall with friends and talking about boys late into the night.  I went to church every Sunday and I was very close with my parents and brother.  I could have been labelled as many things, but I was so much more than just one word could describe.  The second point is that you should be proud of who you are and what you do as long as you are being kind to others.

Thanks @girlguidesofcanada for making me think about this topic!

The Beauty Industry sends a message…


What messages do you hear from the beauty industry and advertising?

Here is a video from the Dove Campaign that sums it up in one minute.  It’s pretty shocking to see all of the ads run by so quickly, but it paints a good picture of what a girl will probably come across on a daily basis.

The biggest message girls are sent is to change.  How are we, as girls, supposed to love ourselves if we are constantly trying to change parts of us?  Everyone has a physical attribute that they dislike.  Have you ever seen the movie Mean Girls?  The main characters find things as minimal as their pores to hate.  Did you also know that everyone has something that they like about themselves?  For some, it can be hard to identify a physical quality to like about yourself, but trust me, it’s there.  Start by thinking of a body part that you have never criticized–maybe you ignore it because you don’t feel the need to change it.  Perhaps you have never even realized you like your eyelashes or your perfectly tapered toes.

Forget about dimples on your thighs or the size of your breasts or anything else that may bother you.  Focus on something that you love about yourself.  Your shiny hair, that cute little gap in your teeth, or your ability to grow really long fingernails.  Whatever it is that you love, celebrate it.

Our bodies are with us for life.  We need to treat them with respect to ensure a long, good-quality time on this planet.  We cannot starve them or they will not provide us with energy to think in school or walk to a friend’s house.  We cannot fry them in a tanning bed, drink too much alcohol or smoke too many cigarettes because we want them to last.  Our bodies were created as a vessel to carry our minds and souls through life.  Start to look at yourself and your body for what it can do for you.

Our arms are meant to wrap around those we love, our legs allow us to run along the beach and feel the sand squish between our toes.  Our fat (yes, our fat!) is meant to nourish the babies we may one day bring into the world.  A big rib cage is protecting your organs and your not-so-straight teeth let you chew food and nourish your body.  Learn to love yourself.  Others cannot love you if you cannot see your own worth.  At the very least, respect your body enough to be kind to it.  Do not torture it with starvation and drugs, and do not let others disrespect it.

You are unique and that is what makes being a human being so special.  There are no two alike.  Celebrate who you are!

…I would want her to be herself.


An interesting thought was brought to my attention the other day.  Why do magazines print articles on beauty, fashion and lifestyle, essentially telling us how we should look and act, but then have feature articles on being true to ourselves?  Kind of counter-intuative if you ask me.  But let’s be honest, I am a sucker for magazines.  I refuse to buy the tabloid-style magazines because I don’t want to help fund such a disgustingly voyeuristic trend.  In fact, I pretty much gag when I see a headline that reads something like, “See which stars have cellulite and have let themselves go and OMG HOW FAT CAN SHE GET??”  Really??  Are we so bad that things like this sell?  Do we like to read stuff like that because we feel better about ourselves or do we like to see other women fall from the spotlight?  Whatever the reason, it’s selling because they are doing so much business that they sell weekly editions.  I like to buy magazines that focus on style trends because it helps me have fun in my closet, magazines that contain meaningful articles that make me think or magazines that have comediennes I love as the feature article.  It is true, even of the magazines that I love, that there are always contradicting messages to us gals.

So how do we work on our own self-esteem so that we can enjoy magazines without being negatively affected by their mixed messages?  It’s a hard thing to do sometimes, but we have to love ourselves every single minute of every single day.  If you are a good person and can be proud of the things that you do on a daily basis, that is the best place to start.  Self-esteem isn’t about feeling good about your appearance.  It’s about being confident in the person that you are, down to your core.  I find confidence in the fact that I love to help others.  I try to treat everyone with kindness and I always try to put some humor into my day.

I’ve had my moments where I wanted to make some changes to my life.  For example, I have these conflicting personalities where one half of me is a free-spirited-hippie-feminist-earth child and the other half is a domestic-conservative-old soul.  So, on one of my earth child days I decided I wanted to make my outside reflect my inside.  I went down to 4th avenue in Tucson and started trying on all of these flowy long skirts and hemp-woven sweaters.  I had all these great outfits put together, but then looked at myself in the mirror wearing what looked like potato sack after potato sack layered on top of one another (not to mention everything in there smelled like dirt, ergo I smelled like dirt), and I was thinking, “Who am I kidding?” and I burst out laughing in the change room.  Contrary to what you might think I did not get weird looks for laughing uncontrollably by myself–they probably thought I had inhaled a a little too much while wearing the hemp sweater.

I have learned that it’s ok that if the majority of the time I look, in my husband’s words, “way too conservative”.  My outside doesn’t have to reflect whatever personality I am feeling that day because I know who I am and how I feel.  I may wake up feeling like a bra-burning feminist, but I will still put on my bra because you just need support underneath a sequined cardigan.  See what I mean about conflicting personalities?

I know what I am capable of and I don’t need to prove it to strangers who see me walking down the street.  I would by lying if I said I didn’t have struggles with loving every part of me all the time, but I have worked on getting to the point where I can appreciate every part of me and love the person it makes me as a whole.  If I had walked out of the store looking bohemian when I am clearly more comfortable in a lightweight cardigan, people would know they had spotted a fake.  Confidence is the most attractive thing one can wear and the way you achieve it is through being yourself.