When you are plus size and have self esteem issues, it's not uncommon to hate January 1st.
Once I eventually got past the dread of imminent resolution failure and looming hyper-inadequacy, I tabled New Years as nothing more than the passing of a calendar year. No more resolutions. No more unreachable standards. No more change. Just a different date on a check. Assuming I knew how to fill out checks, which I do not. (Is "memo" the place where I write inspirational Bon Jovi lyrics?)
So really, business as usual, aside from adding an additional year in my head to how long I've literally been doing something.I've literally been been saying "bruschetta" wrong my whole life.
I literally cannot live in a world where "Law & Order" doesn't exist.
I would literally sell an organ for legit Jell-o pudding pops.
Part of me really began to miss New Year's Eve. I still did the whole champagne, kiss at midnight, bawl my face off at "Auld Lang Syne" (the "Danny Boy" of holiday anthems) thing, but after a few celebrations like this, waking up the next morning of a new year began to get anticlimactic.
The morning shows all had segment after f*cking segment about all the ways I should change absolutely everything about me, but I actually didn't want to do that. I didn't want to be different, I just wanted to be more.
Stronger, sexier, funnier, happier... more. I thought about what I loved; strong women and my curves. And cat YouTube videos, I'm not a robot.
But the first two things, women and my body, those are things I would love to pay homage to in 2014, as they're the reason I am where I am today, all half a million a month and 210 lbs., respectively.
To honor the women who came before me and stand beside me, I've decided to do my own personal Muse Project.
Each year I am going to select three iconic women to influence, inspire and mainline into my veins like creative heroin(e). Women who stood out as innovators and life changers. Women who weren't afraid to be bold and make people uncomfortable. Women whose voice I hear echo through my head as I stand over the sink and stare into the mirror each morning. Women who physically have nothing in common with me besides our shared desire to live epically, own our sexuality and make people laugh. To kick off the project, I gathered three talented and strong women from my own life (photographer Chelsea McGowan, make-up artist/stylist Meagan Bechtel and humorist/best friend Shauna Glenn), and ventured out into the early morning hours (it was 4 a.m.) on a crisp Texas morning (it was 30 degrees) with some fun fashion, non-stop laughter and bacon maple donuts.Gilda, Lucille and Marilyn, this one's for you.


















Lucille... vintage glamour. Green Dress, size 2X, Pinup Girl Clothing (Pssst. Remember when I showed you a picture of myself in Spanx... or two. It was for this dress.) Leopard Heels, Target
Gilda... hippie chic. Women's White Button-Up Shirt, size 1, Target High Rise Artist Jean, size 16 Long, American Eagle Floral Platform Wedges, Target
Marilyn... minimalist sexuality. Long Wool Sweater, size 2X, Old Navy Black Lace Plunge Bra, Cacique Nude Vintage Cut Panties, Cacique Brown Braided Belt, Gap
All photos courtesy McGowan Images.
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