There are a lot of people who seem to have strong opinions about the color purple. Truth be told, I love it! Whether it be nail polish on my fingers or a shirt, purple just seems to really pop for me. So when I saw this shirt, I knew I needed it in purple too! Thankfully it comes in three colors!

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Repeat after me... you. are. more. than. a. number. Judgement by number is a tricky thing. We tell ourselves we don't do it, but that's a lie because we do it all the time. Your age, your weight, your GPA, your credit score, your bank accountall examples of what I call, judgement by number. And while I make a conscience effort to not judge others by that criteria, i'm failing miserably about not judging myself. I've spent the better part of my adult life hating math, yet only caring about numbers. Ironic, isn't it? Today's struggle of the day? The scale.

Why do we worry so much about what the scale says? Maybe it's because from a young age, we are taught our worth is rooted in a number. Society has tricked us into thinking that if that scale number is too high or too low that we are unworthy. Unworthy of the right fitting clothes. Unworthy of unconditional love. Unworthy of being considered "beautiful." It is rough out there to say the least. And I wish I could say I was exempt from that feeling of unworthiness. That's the funny thing about the devil though, he lurks around waiting for the right moment to make you feel defeated and fill your head with self doubt.

It is crazy to look back at photos of when I was just over 100 pounds in high school and think that in those moments, I thought I needed to lose weight. I've been the skinny girl who can fit through a coat hangar (not kidding), and I've also been the girl who desperately wanted a dress at the store and they didn't have my size. Society tells me I should have been happier at 100 pounds than I am now. But truthfully, I wasn't. I was so unhealthy. I could eat a medium sized pizza MYSELF and not gain a pound. While that might seem like a desirable quality, it's remarkable I didn't have diabetes from all the junk I ate. I look at the photo's above and see two completely different girls. The one on the left who was incredibly insecure and felt awkward in her own skin, but was "skinny." The one on the right who is more "curvy" than she used to be, but eats healthy and loves life. So why do I get so upset about a pound or two? Your guess is as good as mine.

I know in my heart that a lot of women (and maybe some men), struggle with that number on the scale like I do. I assume that's why eating disorders are so prevalent in today's society. But I want to encourage you all as well as myself that we're not defined by that number. Our happiness should not be contingent upon if we lose 3 pounds and we shouldn't be filled with sadness because that number went up by a pound or two. Easier said than done, trust me. But I can't seem to remember one funeral I've gone to where people were remembered for the number on that scale. They were remembered for their kindness, compassion, their heart for others and the accomplishments they did while they were on earth.

So be kind, love others, and be beautiful. Happy Friday!

It's no secret that when I bought my house, I had BIG dreams of what it would become. However I knew that we would be starting small because we were on my budget. The house wasn't in bad shape by any means, but it just wasn't me. So from the moment I got the keys, it has been non stop projects. No, i'm serious. From the moment I got the keys my family arrived to help me start renovations. The carpet guy showed up a couple hours later, then the internet guy and before you knew it, there was a whole gaggle of people in my house.

We started with the most necessary which was the carpet and paint. The house looked like it hadn't been painted since it was built and it had an off white color to it. Not to mention the carpet was blue... Definitely not my preference by any means. Thankfully I have been blessed with some pretty handy men in my life and my dad and brother in law jumped right in to help. We even covered up some footprints on the ceiling which I have no idea how someone managed to get them there. Thank goodness for paint!

The first weekend we got those keys, it was full of demolition. We painted everything we could see, had carpet installed in the bedrooms and left the common areas with concrete (more on that later, haha!). Even sweet Mr. Shane helped out with vacuuming up oatmeal that I spilled everywhere.

This house was immediately becoming a home, but not just any home, it was my home. I will also say that I can't imagine doing any of this without the help of my family. They stepped up big time and continue to step up whenever needed. I am so excited to continue sharing the renovations we've done in the last two years!