The choice to move to Tennessee was one that was a sink or swim moment in my life. I’d basically been born and raised in Tampa, FL (with small stints in both New Jersey & Miami) and after having a few of the worst years of my life, I knew I needed to pick myself up by my bootstraps (HA…because I moved to Nashville..get it?!?! ), and do something that I knew I would either fail miserably at, or thrive like I had never done before. I desperately wanted to move somewhere that I didn’t know a soul, and I could be the exact version of myself that I’d always wanted to be — independent, driven, fun loving, and most of all…happy with myself again.
When I got in my car with my dog (Sebastian) at 3am after saying goodbye to my parents, I cried almost the entire 12 hours to Nashville, then I walked into my itty bitty empty apartment and cried a little more. Had I just made the worst mistake of my life? Why would I move somewhere so far from the people and things I loved? Could I actually do this? The next day, I woke up and began exploring my new city… the parks..the restaurants… speaking to the people — I could DEFINITELY do this, just take it one day at a time.
Here I am a year and 4 months later, and I can honestly say moving to Nashville was the best decision I’ve ever made. I am the happiest I’ve ever been in my adult life, with myself, my body image, my mental state, and even my friends. Speaking of, you know when you watch Sex in the City as a younger girl and you look at Carrie, Samantha, Miranda & Charlotte and you think – I wish someday I could have friends like that —the no topic off limits, zero judgement, laugh until you cry type of friends that are your real soulmates? Yeah, those are my girls here. I hope that every lady someday finds friends like mine that will lift you up when you’re sad, push you when you need it, and support each other like all women (and hell- people) should, but rarely do.
I’m not sure if it’s my age, the move to a new city, or a combination of everything that has changed my body image so drastically. However, I’m so happy it has. We, as women deal with a lot of shit…..constantly. I know I don’t have to mention the negative things we say or think about ourselves, and God forbid, other people. But, at 27 years old, I’m FINALLY happy with the body I’ve been dealt. Is it perfect? HELL NO, I love tacos and bourbon way too much — but ladies, rock hard abs & JLO booties are NOT realistic for…well…me at least. I’d rather eat my body weight in sushi (which I actually did on Friday I think), and drink copious amounts of bourbon when appropriate (and not) and be happy… and a little jiggly in places. Hey – let’s be real, I’ve never had a man turn down anything I’m offering because I don’t have a 6 pack. Be positive with yourself, learn to love your body one step/part at a time. You’ll be happy you did; I know I am.
Nashville was my make it or break it moment, that ended up being an amazing catalyst for love and happiness within myself. Do something that you’ve always wanted to do, but may have been too scared before to do. It might end up being a catalyst for something(s) even greater. Life is precious and short — live it to your fullest lovely’s.
Sending nothing but love your way,