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Do it with grace

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I know that we all have a petty bone, and sometimes it seems easier or more fun to let that bad boy rip. What if we did things with grace instead? I think by handling situations, whatever they may be, with grace we can eliminate the folks that handle things in a petty manner. We could literally stop the ugly cycle.

Ask yourself a few questions before you bring out the claws. Fellas I’m talking about you too. They can be cattier than a woman.

The fact is this, friends: none of us are immune to ugly situations… no one is exempt and as I write this I realize that I never want to be. I think it could be a very numbing experience to never have unsavory experiences. They shape and mold you as you move through adulthood. So don’t hide from them, don’t laugh or shrug them off…

This past week had been a rough one, one of the roughest I have had in a while. I could have hidden, run, and been hell on wheels, for a lack of a better term, instead, I took the time to figure out what it is that bothered me so much. I took the time to feel the negative thoughts and feelings to grow and become better.

I guess my purpose for this is to let you know that if you are going through hell, do it with grace. If someone is undeserving of your love, your time, your friendship, or your business, bow down… with grace. Not everything is meant to last, but that doesn’t mean you get to piss it away or disregard the lesson. It molds you, every. single. choice. It molds you.

We do not better ourselves by bringing others down, we become better when we take people for who they are, not who we think they should be. Acceptance is non-existent, sadly. We can’t change anyone but ourselves. So, accept people, reject people, and love people… with grace.

 

 

xoxo-Ky

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Bloodstain

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And I’m bleeding
But I’m alright with it
Darling, I’m alright with it
I’m bleeding out
But I’m alright with it
Darling, I’m alright with it
It’s just a bloodstain

Sometimes we get this feeling; nothing is going wrong, but it doesn’t feel right. We ignore this feeling, but why? I listen to my gut almost always and when I ignore it, I’m reminded why I felt this way…. things don’t end well.

I think that we are made to feel like we might be crazy if we can’t explain reasons for feeling the way we do….. but could it be because our bodies know before us and try to protect us from whatever event is about to happen?

Why don’t we trust ourselves? This is highly alarming, in my eyes. Sure, we don’t want to make mountains out of molehills, but when you feel something in your gut, well that seems pretty fucking important. We stay in relationships too long, friendships or romantic relationships. We stay at jobs for far longer than we wanted to, and we almost always feel regret. So basically we are all insane, by definition. Right?

We need to focus more on ourselves, listening to our guts and following our heart. We need to stop depriving ourselves of awesome adventures, love, friendships a life of awesomeness. Now I know you are probably thinking, ky… it’s not that easy, but what if it were? Are we creating more, by doing less? Bigger heartbreaks, more stress, and less confidence in ourselves to be great every day?

Maybe you don’t feel that way, but if you do, please don’t ignore your feelings. Do yourself a favor and try to get underneath that feeling, search for the reason you may feel this way. The only way to living a truly authentic life that we are proud of is by living and being TRUE to one’s self. Stop wasting your days and nights, because life is short, my friend. We never get that time back and before we know it, our life has passed us by.

We bleed, but scars heal, and though it may be the more painful route, it’s a more fulfilled one. We are scared, scared to do things differently, scared to not be “normal” scared to take a chance because we lack belief in ourselves to be greater than we already are. Wanting more doesn’t make you greedy, it keep you young and healthy. It keeps you learning and moving and experiencing. That is not to say we should just walk away from everything the moment it gets hard, no, we should stick it out for a second, assess the situation and make a decision. A decision we know we can live through, but even if its hard… have faith that you will come out on top.

We only get one life, we need to learn to be a little more selfish with our time, our wants, our goals, our needs… we need to not be ashamed to say I don’t know where I am going, but I know where I want to be… and then get there.

I’m terrified that I will be single the rest of my life, and friends and family find that to be silly, but it’s one of my greatest fears as an adult because I want so badly to fall in love with my best friend and create a family together. So I’ve kissed a million frogs and walked away from a few proposals, and I used to think I messed up because dating is REAL hard…. but when I think back to all of those frogs I knew that none of them was my prince. Sometimes it’s hard, but I believe in myself and I know my person is out there.

So whatever your fear is, stare it in the eyes and challenge it… you can do and be whatever you want, never let fear hold you back. .Have faith in yourself to succeed no matter what, and you know what.. you WILL.

 

Thanks for reading my random thoughts!

 

xoxo, Ky

 

 

 

When I loved you least

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Self-hate; it happens at a young age and it’s absolutely heartbreaking. Before I knew what society expected of women, or what boys liked or what made me feel pretty, I was teased by other kids… and sure, you’re sitting here reading these words and saying something like “everyone was teased as a child”  Sure, but why? Does this teach us that no matter how old we get, we will be hazed for our looks, the way we dress, how we talk etc…

I remember the first “nickname” I ever got in school, kankles… I had never been aware that your ankles had to be a certain size to be considered “cute little ankles” I never thought to look at my body and size it up, self-doubt or even HATE it. It stuck with me, subconsciously, in a lot of ways. It wasn’t until I hit middle school where I decided that I had hideous legs and I never wanted to show them, I never wore shorts and was always terrified that someone would notice how large my ankles were. I felt like a freak and often questioned why they were so much “bigger” than other girls. I look back at that and think how ridiculous of me… but it was because I had heard it more than once, and I tried to laugh it off, but it hurt me… As I aged, I only became more self-aware… and I stopped doing things like smiling so much, because someone mentioned that even tho’ I had a pretty smile, it would be better if my teeth were completely straight. I got gut punched over and over and over… I never felt good in my body because even if people didn’t realize it, they were judging me solely on my appearance.

I went through so many stages with my body as a teen, sadly none of those stages were ever self-love… I was conditioned at a young age to pick apart my body piece my piece and HATE it because it looked different or it wasn’t the “ideal image” of perfection.  So I stopped eating a lot, and I stopped smiling, looking at myself in the mirror and I started to fill my head with negative thoughts about my body. It was a lonely place to be, really. No one talked about this stuff when I was a kid, and I dare not mention it to my parents because they would, of course, make me feel silly for feeling this way… Which I also believe to be an issue. I remember graduating high school at a whopping 95 lbs, granted I am short, so it doesn’t seem too bad at the age of 18 and sitting at 5’2… but it wasn’t a good 95 lbs. It was an “I hate myself, I’m not good enough” 95 lbs.

I carried that hatred with me for YEARS, and it was so harmful, it made me fear the world. It made me fear showing people my true colors and I became socially awkward and timid. I was alone because that was the only time I truly felt comfortable. It makes me sick to think that at one point, the woman who now loves herself something FIERCE, couldn’t even stand to look at herself in the mirror.

The path to recovery started about 4 years ago when I stopped looking to others to validate me. I started eating better, going to the gym and paying attention to how I felt. By exercising, fueling my body with healthful foods and paying attention to how I felt, something amazing happened. I saw myself, for the first time in YEARS… or maybe for the first time EVER. I no longer saw myself as the girl with the pretty, but crooked smile, or kankles. I saw me, Kylie Ray, a girl with a unique outlook on life and love… a girl full of love, life, creativity, and awesomeness… I had finally grazed self-love, and I had never felt better… Now, with that said, I, of course, had setbacks and talked down to myself, I was still new to this whole self-love thing.

Fast forward, I am 28 years young I think I am the bee’s knees, and wouldn’t dare dream of hating myself. I am a strong, fierce, educated, go-getting, hard working, selfish, giving, caring, fearless, kind, and stubborn young woman. I am full of ambition and zest for life, and sure I get ridiculed by “small” people, but I realized that I am not going to be everyone’s cup of tea… and guess what. I love myself anyway. I own myself, each and every day, even the parts that I need to work on because that is what true self-love means…. Loving yourself in all of your phases, stages, and pieces. I am and will forever be a work in progress because I believe there is always room for improvement. The only difference is that now I do it for my DAMN self.

Self-hate is a process that we alllll go through, and maybe is a tad necessary, but it’s not a stage we “grow out of” it’s a hole we must climb our way out of. So, if you are sitting there thinking about all fo the things that are “Wrong with you” I encourage you to stop that right now, you are a beautiful, wonderfully made human being and there is not a damn thing wrong with you. You are capable of anything and everything. So get cracking friend… go out there and show the world how awesome you are, grace people with your presence and stop hiding. Let’s stop the self-hate, by uplifting others, encouraging them and never passing judgment. Your idea of beauty belongs to you and only you… remember that.

 

 

Love thy-self

 

 

-ky

Jump In

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Recently I wake up feeling unfulfilled like I am meant for bigger and better things like I have outgrown my current life and need to shed the “old skin”. Letting go can be so scary, but what if not letting go is scarier than that. What if you wake up one day 80 years old still feeling like you missed something like you let yourself down by not chasing the unknown.

I don’t know where I will end up, but I know that I am not meant for the life I am living. I feel happiest when I am training and helping others, posting inspiring things out on Instagram… pushing myself daily and learning new things. Learning new ways to challenge myself and others, if they should ask to be “tortured” by the moi! I am happy teaching and growing.

It’s not about fame or fortune, for me, it’s about freedom. The freedom to roam the earth doing things that make my cells dance. The freedom to take 7 trips home every year if I feel like it, take a month long vacation because I need to get away. I want to wake up and live life on my terms. As I sit here and write out these words I feel the excitement growing… my passion for these things is what fuels the fire.

With that said, I am happy to announce that a good friend and I are embarking on an adventure of our own. We have been working diligently the last few weeks to put this whole thing in motion, and I am fortunate enough to have a partner to share the glory with. A like minded individual that can help take this to new heights. it’s FUCKING awesome. I feel like my life makes sense when I am figuring things out when I am creating and pushing through the fear. “HOLY SHIT… this is really happening.” ( my morning thoughts)

So, set fear aside and ask yourself if you could be doing anything in the world right now, would you be doing what you are doing now? Does it make you happy, does it fulfill you or does it just pay the bills? I don’t want to be a prisoner of this life and you shouldn’t want that either.

I think the issues is that as children we are told we can be whatever we want to be, but then made to believe that the only way we will be truly successful is if we become doctors, lawyers, and bankers… You can be ANYTHING you want to be, so dream big and don’t ever stop. Find what fuels your fire and if that’s becoming a Doctor, lawyer, banker writer, etc. Don’t you dare be afraid to make it there.

You are never too old to live the life you have always dreamt of, but don’t expect it to be easy… and if you only half-ass want and work for it, you are only going to be half-ass successful.  So don’t half- ass a ton of things, whole- ass ONE thing.

Have faith and believe in yourself, wake up every day and remind yourself that you are meant for bigger and better things, you have so much to offer the world, today and all of the tomorrows. Wake up, kick ass and repeat.

 

If I have learned anything in my 28 years on this earth, it’s that good things don’t just happen, people rarely ever just get “lucky” and nothing will ever change if you refuse to put yourself out there. Take a chance on you, because if you don’t how can you expect anyone else to? AM I RIGHT???

 

Have no fear, just jump in!

 

-ky

Dear old lover

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“I’m wasted, losing time. I’m a foolish, fragile spine. I want all that’s not mine, I want him, but we’re not right.” – smother, Daughter

To the most important man I ever loved, in my early twenties, I won’t say your name… you will know who you are. I just wanted to say thank you, thank you for loving me in a way I had never known before. Thank you for helping me heal, grow, and dream big. You were my biggest supporter and I appreciate that, even now.

Nothing prepared me for your arrival, you came out of nowhere and as much as I fought against it, it was destined to happen. You lit my world on fire and awakened my soul. I become more me being with you. I don’t regret a single day spent with you, they were some of the best days I had in my early twenties.

People like you are rare gems, beautiful inside and out. We fit like a glove and you were my best friend, I know that if we had been meant to be and made a life-long commitment to love one another, I would never ever know what lonely felt like. I admire your kindness and gentle soul. I admire your generosity and will to keep going. You never accepted defeat or failure, it’s truly inspiring. You always wore a smile and I swear you never knew a stranger.

It seems a bit random to be writing this about you here and now, but not as random when you know the facts. For the first time in two years, I was passing through your small town and saw all of the places we went, our neighborhood. It was weird and oddly nostalgic. I missed you for a split second, but then immediately felt happy. I know that our time together had an expiration date.

I have grown so much in these two years apart from you, and I am honestly so damn proud. I know you would be too. You always believed that I would be better than I was when I first met you. I appreciate the patience you showed while you waited for me to figure out who the hell I wanted to be. I still have not fully arrived, but I am well on my way. I’d like to think you helped me to get closer to that.  I needed to be without you because as much as you helped me you were also my crutch.  You would have loved me regardless. I have loved every experience since you, and I have taken a path that I am truly happy with.

I have learned and loved myself something fierce, it’s been a humbling and beautiful experience. When I left you, I was broken, and I can’t even begin to explain to you how terrible I feel for that. Something extremely traumatic happened to me in April of 2013,  something that I still struggle with, but it’s getting better day by day. Being with you felt so wrong after that, and I couldn’t continue to be unfair to you.

Just know that this life that I’m living now wouldn’t have been possible without you. I have learned to embrace the sweet side of things and be comfortable in my feels. I’ve grown.

My only regret, I have to admit, is that I wasn’t a more tender lover to you. I didn’t hug you enough, I should have held you more and took every chance to cuddle when you offered. I need you to know that I wanted to, but it was so hard for me. I fought myself daily. I loved you so much and never knew how to let you know. When you came into my life I was broken, not yet on the mend and I never believed that I deserved the love that you were offering to me. I’d like to think that I have learned from my mistakes and I make a point to be tender and in my feels from time to time.

You deserved that and I robbed you of it, I will forever regret that, but hopefully one day you stumble upon this floating out in the world and you smile and find comfort and closure. I know it has helped me to write this down. I cared probably more than I could ever convey to you. You were warm and safe and comfortable. I rest easy knowing that I will find that again. I know that you will make a special gal extremely happy one day.

I hope that I was able to teach you and touch your life in a small way. Neither of us are perfect, but I am thankful that you were there to love me when I wasn’t even sure I loved myself or deserving of a love like that. Thank you for getting me through one of the hardest and darkest times of my adult life. Thank you for always cheering for me and being on my side. Thank you for thinking I hung the moon. Before you, I never knew a love that strong and I certainly never imagined I would find someone that got me, truly understood my awkwardness and loved me despite my quirks. My soul was so lucky to have loved a soul like yours.

I think of you and smile, and that’s how I will forever remember you. I wish that we could be friends because you are just so much fun to be around, but I can’t have my cake and eat it too. I miss your presence in my life.I am better for having known you and forever changed having been able to love you. Cheers, old lover.

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-ky