Gosh, I had the most bizarre dream last night. And there were people in it -- from a particular period of my life, that I still carry SUCH baggage from: high school. (Ugh.) Here's what mine looks like, maybe you can relate. I wish that things were different. That I felt different. That people saw me… for who I actually was. (Not what they wanted to see.) That I had the courage to show them who I actually was. And even now, 20-some-odd years later, still feeling this at times,
What if you could have both??? Time AND money.
(I know a way.)
Ok. I'm gonna put my big girl panties on, be bold and just go there. Where is there? Well, it's the discussion I'm about to embark upon. Not even close to my comfort zone. But who ever said we grow by staying comfy?!
So here goes. (Big money no whammies)
When it comes to direct sales (or MLMs/network marketing, as most of us call them) it's easy to brag about the amazing products that are ch
I know your mind just went there. lol. And that's ok. But that's NOT what I'm talking about my dears.
I'm talking about CLOTHING size.
Yes. It actually does matter. For years I told myself that it didn't, but that's not true. When you're a woman, it actually DOES matter.
Not because we feel deeply ashamed of wearing a larger size (though some of us do, and I get that), but because being able to FIT into a smaller size = actually BEING a smaller size. It's that simple