Girls receive over 3,000 messages a day telling them what they aren’t and I AM THAT GIRL exists to help them celebrate what they are. I am that girl is a movement inspiring girls to love, express, and be exactly who they are.
They have several local chapters of forward thinking girls & women on High School and College campuses. These chapters work to shift girl culture in America, by raising the standards for how girls treat themselves, each other, and the world.
When I spotted this noble venture on line, I was reminded that Cognitive Behavioral Therapy is rooted in exploring and challenging negative core beliefs individuals have about ourselves, others, and the world. This type of therapy teaches the skills necessary to overcome negative & destructive patterns of thinking.
Cognitive behavioral therapy also helps to identify which factors are playing a role in maintaining a negative body image and works to address each one by teaching the skills necessary to allow healing to occur.
Once the negative thoughts have been identified and evaluated for truthfulness, it is time to replace them with positive, productive thoughts that create a favorable outcome. this involves practice and dedication but has been demonstrated to be extremely effective in breaking the cycle of negative thinking.
If you or someone you know suffers from body image problems, low self esteem, or body dysmorphic disorder, I would encourage you to contact a counselor in your area for guidance and support. Please take a minute today to visit I AM THAT GIRL.COM and take the pledge today! I have done it…Now it’s your turn. http://www.iamthatgirl.com/
I, Angie Glancy, am that girl…
I have a brilliant heart and a beautiful mind. I am me, an amazing work in progress, and perfectly flawed. I promise to lift other girls up, have their backs, and make it safe for them to be exactly who they are. I’m on a mission to raise the standards for how we treat each other, how we treat ourselves, and how we treat the world. Every time I look in the mirror I’ll remind myself that I’m not alone, that my voice matters, and that I am enough.
My mind feels quieter lately, less disturbed, and much more calm these past couple of weeks. I have gone through a lot of ups and downs this pregnancy and I feel that I’m finally coming to a place of peace, which is somewhat ironic given that soon I won’t be pregnant at all, but instead will have the change of my new baby to grapple with. At which time I’m sure I’ll have a lot of newness to contend with, but for now, I feel calm, quiet, serene even as I enjoy these last few weeks of holding my baby inside.
Sometimes you just have to take life one step at a time. I have been telling myself this a lot lately as the storm in my life is still swirling out of control. I still feel so out of control. My dad lays in a hospital bed so confused about what all is going on. My mom is putting on her strong face while she is falling apart inside. My sister is waiting anxiously to meet her first child. Hubby is trying to hold it together but I know he is hurting as my Dad is the only father figure he has ever had. My kids cannot possibly understand the depth of this storm yet they are being troopers with the change in pace.
I am looking forward to hitting the road to the Hill Country for my family’s annual trip to Garner State Park. If you have never experienced Garner State park or floated down the crystal clear waters of the Frio River, then you haven’t Met My Texas...(To quote Pat Green).
The Frio has become my happy place over the years.
Our Frio River bucket list includes:
Making a quick stop near Hunt Texas to watch my son Will put one of his first cowboy boots on the Boots & Barb fence...A memory I hope will last his whole lifetime!
Giggling as my babies play “crack the egg” in the backseat of the truck on the way.
Dancing under the stars to the sound of the jukebox…The dance goes on 365 days of the year….rain or shine.
Riding horses in the mountains (in flip flops).
Hiking Old Baldy (with a quick stop at Crystal Cave to explore)
Watching my son catch minnows with his sister; without an IPAD or X-Box in sight. (This happens to be the one week a year that the phrase NO WIFI doesn’t send me into mom panic mode)
Listening to old Texas Country Music instead of reruns of Sponge Bob.
Being quiet & still long enough to appreciate the natural beauty that God has gifted us.
Floating the river & covering my eyes when my Emmie & Will attempt rope swing!
A few summers back, in one of the Garner gift shops, I stumbled upon the cutest posters from a company called Your True Nature. I reveled in the advice from a river….especially the last line…The beauty is in the journey.
My advice for this Self Care Sunday is….. get your boots on & get here as soon as you can. I’ll save you a tube & a Shiner.
Okay Mamas, we are about four weeks into summer time here in Texas….
How’s your Summer going??
Hopefully you have had time to play at the pool, sleep in, maybe go see one of this summer’s great movies….
Mine, oh, thanks for wondering…..I am enjoying being able to sleep in a bit, having more time with my boys and more time to spend with friends. The boys enjoyed a couple camps to kick the summer off and now they are in the long haul at daycare when I am in the office. The movies this summer have us anxious for the next one and we love our long summer days playing in the pool. We are looking forward to our family vacation next week and the birth of my first nephew any day now. So far my summer is going pretty good!Continue reading →
Speaking up… In my post last week on authenticity I referenced the notion of speaking up as one component to authentic freedom. Of all the 5 points I listed, speaking up seemed to bring on the most feedback. I heard things like, “I really need to work on speaking up”, “I don’t speak up enough”, and “thank you for giving me permission to speak up for myself”.
This got me thinking: What is it about speaking up – bringing voice to our feelings and thoughts – that causes so much anxiety and apprehension? I realized this is worth exploring…
What is it with women and resting (or should I say not resting)? I’m sure there are women out there who are adept at taking it easy when in need, but for most (all) of the women I know resting equates to staying in your pj’s while you clean the house, wash the laundry, fold the laundry, grocery shop, cook, and clean again. Then when that’s all done you “rest” for 15 minutes on the couch before remembering you need to pack lunches, iron clothes, and prep the coffee maker for the next day ahead. I need a rest just thinking about this “restful” day.
So what is it that makes putting off and putting down the to-do list so damn hard?
I’m only going to scratch the surface on this one today. I plan to write much more on this after a little further research. I am curious to know what prevents you from really resting. Not just when you’re shaking from a fever or vomiting from the latest stomach bug your kid brought home. That’s recovery, not rest.
I’m talking about the kind of rest you give yourself because you’ve been doing and giving to everyone else all day or all week and you realize your mental and physical fuel is running on empty. Or, the kind of rest when you’ve been offering your ear to your sister, your mom, your best friend, your husband, your co-workers, your kids, whomever and your now at the point where the only reasonable response you can mutter is “Mmmhhhmmmm. Ohhhh. Ahhhh. Hmmmm.”
We all need rest, but we don’t all take it. Usually it takes a collapse in immunity, emotional control, or physical stability to wake us up to the fact that we’ve overdone it, again.
So, please, help me in this quest of trying to understand why we push, why we ignore, and why we flat out refuse to give ourselves the rest and care that we would most certainly recommend to anyone else. Share with me your experience and your struggle in the ongoing battle with rest. I’m all ears.