Lift Each Other Up!

Women…..can be terrible.  We all know it.  Catty, jealous, mean, and sucky people.  It’s terrible to see….and I think to a point we are all guilty of it.  Whether you admit it or not…..to some degree….we all wish we could have what someone else has.  Have their lives, their successes, their looks, their drive, their everything.  We all look at each other and wish we had it…..and never look at what we do have….the thing other women are seeing in you.

I’m guilty of it.  Why can’t I be prettier, skinnier, more successful, more popular, have a clean house?  I have my faults….and that is what I see first in other people…..they have what I’m lacking.  Some people cannot get past that and want to drag that person down…make them lose so they can feel like a winner.  Women are terrible about that.

They can also be extremely supportive.  When you have people in your circle that love you, they want you to succeed no matter what.  They don’t sit at home wishing they were you….they celebrate by your side!  They cheer and tell the world how awesome you are!  I have been blessed with some AMAZING women in my life…..and today I want to talk about 3 of them that have not only blessed my life, inspired me to try harder.  They have done amazing thing…..truly amazing.  I have to say….they are nothing short of extraordinary.

Jamie

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This woman literally walked in New York Fashion Week!  I’ve known Jamie since the 5th grade.  We’ve known each other most of our lives, our families have somehow been involved over the years, and eventually we moved to the same city, working at the same place.  We weren’t close….but knew each other.  Until the day Jamie called me out of the blue to tell me she had breast cancer.  She knew I had gone through it years before and she needed to reach out to anyone who understood.  Our friendship grew from that day in to something amazing.  She is my sister….we get each other.  We are dorks, and it’s awesome.  She took what life handed her and turned it around.  She started her own company of natural products.  She sells to celebrities.  She puts herself out there with complete vulnerability and helps anyone who needs it. She supports, cheers, and lifts.  She is beautiful inside and out, and you can’t go wrong with her in your corner.  It would be easy to hate her….I mean…look at her!  She’s literally perfect.  Sometimes I feel horrible walking around with her.  But those are the demons getting to you, you know?  She is my best friend, pink sister, dorky partner in crime…..and I’m so extremely lucky to have her.

 

Amanda

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Amanda is a force to be reckoned with.  She is one of the most determined girls I have ever met.  She is quite literally the storm.  She was diagnosed with breast cancer at the same age I was….many years later.  She is like a little sister…..but I would never have wished this life for her.  She has since gone through 4 cancer reoccurances….and is metastatic.  Yet you would never know if you met her today.  She is the strongest person….she does not give up.  She takes care of her girls with energy that I don’t even have, and I’m not in any treatment!  She started a non-profit that brings joy to children going through cancer and life threatening illnesses at children’s hospitals….and was just recognized locally as a pay it forward person of the year.  She always finds a way to help another person, and you will never see her leave the house without looking like a freaking model.  I’m in relatively good health and I can’t find the energy to accomplish what she does…..and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous of that determination! She is truly amazing and my life is better with her in it!

 

Denise

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Denise.  This is a hard one.  The day we lost Denise was the day something awoke in me….a fire that I’m sure she had been trying to start.  She was our local celebrity and champion for everything breast cancer.  She wanted everyone to have support, encouragement, needs met, and every medical option available.  She never slept….she was always putting events together, getting people to support them, and telling the world about them.  She was a strong personality and everyone felt important when she was talking to them.  I wanted to know her for so long….and when we met, it was life changing.  I became involved….she wouldn’t let me sit on the sidelines.  She succeeded in everything she set her mind to and the world is a little darker without her in it.  She is literally one of those woman you don’t want to like.  She had everything….but she welcomed everyone in to her circle.  She is the reason that I have done anything over the last few years….she knew what it was to push people to jump…..and succeed.  I miss her terribly….and I’m thankful for her guidance, encouragement, and friendship.

 

These women all had something in common…..a disease that changed our lives.  We had things all figured out, and cancer came along and shook us up.  It would have been easier to let it take over and make us feel weaker.  We took the opportunity to make ourselves stronger…..but it wouldn’t have been possible without the support of our women……and these are just 3 of the amazing women I get to call friend and have seen do amazing things.  It would also be easy for me to sit back and wonder why it’s not me?  Those thoughts do creep in….I really don’t think anyone out there can say it doesn’t happen once in a while…..but I have my own things.  And when I do something….they are there to cheer for me, like I am for them.

We need more of that, don’t we?  Let’s celebrate the things the women in our lives do…build each other up, and be happy.

Katie

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I Don’t Hide My Scars….Anymore

I’ve lived my whole life with scars.  Well…..since I was almost a year old, but since I have no memory of that time, I say my whole life.  I’ve told this story more since I went through the cancer thing because it was the time I really started embracing my scars and not caring what people thought. 

I was about 11 months old…..I don’t remember the exact date, obviously, but I was young. I was doing the baby walking thing…..holding on to surfaces to keep myself up, probably grabbing things off of those surfaces and making a mess.  I have 3 kids, I know I was probably the same!  My parents had boiled water for some reason…..I don’t know the reason, just that they did.  I bet you know where this is going……and yes.  I pulled that boiling water all over myself.  I can only imagine the flurry of panic in my house at that moment.  I’ve been told that they were able to get some cold water to my face, which prevented any scarring…..but other parts of me were not so lucky. I had a long recovery time, and spent my life with visible scars. 

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As a young kid, I didn’t care much about them.  As I was in school…..that’s when the fun started.  Being called Freddy Krueger….made fun of…..teased…..it was always.  And the constant stares.  When someone is talking to you and their eyes dart from your eyes to your scar.  I mean, come on people!  You think we can’t see you when you do that???? 

I started from an early age covering my scars and never letting anyone see them.  Even close friends.  It was too hard, and sometimes too much of a conversation I just didn’t want to have. 

When I was diagnosed with cancer and went through all the surgery and treatment, I added to my collection of scars and body issues.  I even had my wedding dress altered to create some kind of sleeve to cover it. 

But something happened over the years…..I started to care less.  Maybe it came with age and maturity, but I started to go out with tank tops.  Doesn’t sound like a big deal, does it?  BUT IT WAS!!!!!  My arms were free! LOL! I covered myself all the time, there was freedom in revealing to the world what I’ve been through.  I started a slow process of accepting my scars, and even embracing them! I started buying things knowing my scars would be seen.  I’ve gotten a little better at ignoring the eye darting during conversations.  I’ve become so much better at just answering people’s questions about what happened.  Life has become a little more freeing….and it’s so much better.

They say that your scars show you what you have been through that didn’t kill you.  They are evidence of a life lived to it’s fullest and you are still here….showing the world you can’t be stopped.  It’s sad that I came to this realization so much later in life…..but it’s my hope that I can teach my girls to embrace what they go through to help make them stronger and ready to conquer the world. 

Life has been so much fun since I stopped caring. There is freedom in accepting what life has thrown at you and using it to help yourself grow and move forward.  That doesn’t mean I still don’t have  bad days, but overall, I’m happy!  I’m actually considering tattooing the scar on my shoulder to represent all the things I love in my life.  Not sure yet…..but know…..it’s in no way so that I can cover them up and make life easier.  Life became easier once I accepted and embraced that this is me……and it’s all good.

Katie 🙂