A Kick Ass Story: 1 Bathing Suit & the Power of a Genuine Compliment

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Vacations make for the best people watching.  I am reminded of the beauty of the human race as I see different bodies, styles of dress, and families.  The sound of different languages float through the air, filling me with curiosity as to which corner of the world these people hail from.  I had ample opportunity to conduct some hardcore people watching during my recent Hawaii vacation.  As my kids careened down that  green water slide for the thirtieth time that day, I lounged, drink in hand, and soaked up my surroundings.

Another thing I loved about my vacation was the plethora of swimsuits around me.  Suits ranged from modest, complete with sleeves and leggings, to barely there bottoms and teeny tiny tops.  So, with all of the people watching I was doing, coupled with the amazing bathing suits I was bearing witness to, I decided I needed to let some of the gorgeous women around me just how fabulous they looked.


If you have been following me on my new journey to empower myself and empower other women, you will know that I feel strongly about doling out sincere, unsolicited compliments to the women around me.

It saddens me to know that some women see giving out compliments to other women as groveling and beneath them, when in fact, it is SUCH an empowering experience.  I feel strongly that when you offer a genuine compliment to another, you are in no way, shape, or form giving away your power.  Instead, you are simultaneously increasing your own self worth and image and giving that other person a gift that money cannot buy.

As I was heading back to our room from the pool, a woman was about to pass on my left wearing an adorable bathing suit.  It looked something like this here:

I took a deep breath and said with a smile, “I love your bathing suit.”

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How I Rocked My Hawaii Trip With My Kids

It was NOT supposed to go down like this. Not at all. A milllllion percent not what I had envisioned for myself and my kids. Hawaii. It’s supposed to be paradise, right? Try jumping on a plane and heading to Maui literally two days after you have served your spouse divorce papers. Yea, not a very cheerful experience. Now, you may be sitting there thinking to yourself, “Why even GO!? I would rather just stay home!” And you know what friends, I did contemplate that. I did consider staying home to avoid the pain that was the death of my fantasy vacation. But then a couple things started jangling around in this head of mine.

“You have been telling your kids you’re going to Hawaii for months. Their mom should be there with them.”

“Hey, guess who helped pay for the airline tickets and the room? Uh, you. You worked your ass off for this.”

“Even though it isn’t what you thought it was going to be…you can still have fun.”

“Hey Emily, you DESERVE this.”

So I went, guys. I freaking went to Hawaii with my husband that I’m splitting from and my two small children and I’m here to tell you I survived. And if I’m being honest, I didn’t just survive. I had such joyful and beautiful moments during this trip that I feel strengthened as a mom, woman, and human being.

Did I cry a few times? Yes. Did I experience wicked self doubt? Oh yes. But I stopped and I breathed, I reflected on a few of my mantras, and I remembered that I’m strong and capable and I have so much to be grateful for. And then I pushed on, mamas.

For anyone that experiences anxiety, you’ll know going to new places can make you feel uncomfortable. And I’m sure some of you reading this know that can be an understatement! Add on being solely responsible for young children and it takes it to a whole other level. It can make you want to stay right in your bubble. You may tell yourself you can’t leave the safety and comfort of your house, or your hotel room, or your routine for fear of losing control. I get you, mama. But pop the damn bubble and go. You just gotta do it. Continue reading “How I Rocked My Hawaii Trip With My Kids”

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