Love & Her Evil Step Sister: How To Tell Them Apart

Walking down the street and you feel a gaze scan your body from head to toe and maybe a whistle that follows as your back turns. Hearing what is alleged to be an affirmation that only “compliments” one part of your physique, you aren’t sure why that’s supposed to make you feel proud. Getting out…

Someone Love Me! Is It Wrong To Want To Be Noticed Or Loved?

What is your deepest desire? You might think it’s being rich or to be a celebrity, to live at the beach or travel the world. These are not bad things to desire, but a little deeper in every human heart is a desire to be loved. And at times, we don’t get the love we…

3 Ways to Combat The Lies of Shame

I’m at the plate for my third attempt of the day. There I go, with sweaty palms, gripping my bat as tightly as possible in an attempt to feel in control. There are two outs, we are down by one, and it’s the final inning. I look up at my coach who knows I have…

Beauty Part Two: Waiting for Marriage

Hey there, beautiful! If you haven’t read my beauty blog part one (That’s What Makes You Beau.Ti.Ful. The One Direction to Beauty) I suggest you click on over before reading on! Just for a quick recap: Beauty is a reflection of the truth; therefore, truth exudes beauty. Thus, we all have an immense capacity for…

Body Insecurity

The dressing rooms are the worst part. Turning around to look at yourself in the mirror and feeling less than pleased with the result stinks.  “Why doesn’t anything look good on me?” I would ask myself.  I’ve spent many shopping days grazing through the racks of clothing and picking out dozens of items. I’d take…

It is Our Responsibility to Love Authentically

It was a day just like any other on mission. The morning was filled with presentations, office work time bridged the gap between talks and mass, and holy hour came and went too quickly. All that was left to do was attend mass. As the 5:30 pm start time approached, my team and I gathered…

If The Body is a Gift, I Must Admit, I Didn’t Like Mine

Ever since I could remember I was hyper aware of my body and would study it in front of the mirror. I was a very insecure little girl always listening to my family call me “gorda” which is an endearing term in the Latino culture for “big-boned” . Once in the fifth grade, my teacher…

If I Respect Myself, Why Does Modesty Matter?

When I hear this question I immediately think of my past self that too had this same question. This only became more prevalent when I started working out and noticed how much my hard work was paying off. I know some girls can relate that while getting dressed we can many times really notice and…