Mold Makers. Rule Breakers. Razor Takers. Beauty Fakers.

I was changing. I didn't care anymore about being a vision of sexy or beautiful. I didn't want to work at something or fit into something. I just wanted to be me. I had been acting and modeling for ten years, and I was over it. I knew it when I had a modeling call about a year ago. It was a call for "great body, great legs - probably mostly shots from the back, please wear short shirts." I knew I should go, the agent had me confirmed. I woke up that morning, and didn't feel like shaving my legs. I wanted to write in my journal, and read. I went to the audition. I went with about a dozen other girls, I wore my short skirt, my legs were furry.

This is when I knew I was done. I didn't want to be a model anymore, I wanted to make a mold.

I wanted to sell soul, and not sex. Or maybe I simply wanted to sell sex with soul. I wanted to be whole. The whole me, not a version, or a vision, or a perception, or a feminine idealized prison. Only to be the real me.
I was shooting a music video a few moths ago, and someone came up to me and asked me if I was a model or an actress. I was rapping in that particular video, so I said, "I am a rapper." I felt this feeling of relief and joy wash over because I realized in that moment I was able to be whole. I was allowed to have an opinion and a voice in that statement, I wasn't an object anymore, I was a subject. I was no longer devoid of an internal experience as a 2-D person, and I wanted to be beautiful and sexy again, because I was allowed to do it with my whole self. Have a voice, make a choice to be the fullest most truly beautiful authentic version of yourself possible. I promise that your internal fulfillment and joyful contentment will thank you for the truth.

For the Power of Love.

Happy Birthday Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

I will look to your guidance now and always...

Dying to Live.

It is the New Year. We let the old year go, the old yuck, the big junk, the mucky funk, and put the sweet sweet memories into a file cabinet in our soul and then we let it all go. We start fresh, we begin anew. It is a small death in a way, a mini memorial in which the whole soul gets to be reborn. I believe when we learn how to die, we start to live, and we begin to live only when we have let parts of our self die. It is a life long journey of shedding the skins that don't fit anymore and stepping into larger forms, or simply different forms.

So, this 2016, let the selves go that need to go. The inner critic, the old clothing, the people that don't support the true you. Hold onto the last few bits that are authentic and let that be the foundation for the new self to be born. You will die one day, it is O.K. Let death help you remember that all you have is today. Be you.

'Tis the Season to Crack Some Nuts...

'Tis the Season to Crack Some Nuts...Please share and enjoy!

May your holidays be filled with joy and laughter this season...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nm9u8iRENlU

Criticize me Rightly

How do we criticize another in a constructive manner, is there any reason to criticize another at all? Blame, attacks, put downs, negativity are all a waste of time and erode at the self and our intimate relationships.

So, what is the way to criticize someone rightly? And, to whose criticism should we listen to? The wonderful author Elizabeth Gilbert was saying that she never ever reads her critics reviews, or reads feedback on her work on the Internet. Why? There is no point, it will in no way better her, or her work at that point. This however, does not mean that she does not take constructive criticism, from the right people at the right time.

I have noticed that as I mature and come into my own I am more discerning about who I am listening to regarding the feedback they are giving to me about my heart, my art, or my character. If I go around listening to everyone (as I have tried to do at times) I find that I become a jumble of feelings with lack of direction. I am trying so hard to try to be nice, good, pleasing to everyone and often people of whom it shouldn't matter.

So, here are my four criteria now for people that I listen to regarding my faults and my growth.

# 1 - Do you know me enough to understand my soul and my goal?
#2 - Do you have my best interests in mind when you give me feedback?
#3 - Do I trust your expertise, insight, and guidance?
#4 - Do you have a tender heart and give me the feedback with kindness and caring?

That's it. I want feedback. I want criticism. I want to grow, and I want to know all my blind spots. Some of my best and most intimate relationships have helped me see so about myself that I needed to improve. This is wonderful, however I must trust you want the best for me and that your insight is with clarity and love. And, that said, I'll try with all my might to only give feedback in this fashion to those loved ones around me as well.

For the Love of Honesty

Radical honesty is the only way to keep love living, breathing, and alive.

It breeds intimacy, authenticity, trust, communication, and freedom of self.

It is the true language of unconditional lasting love and worth every risk of vulnerability.

Keep the love alive with truth. xo Simone

People of Possibility