This weekend I went to Target to try on bathing suits and lemme tell you...
I grabbed one I loved, size 16 (my usual), took it to the fitting room feelin’ cute and that thing wouldn’t even go past my boobs 😩
Past Karina?
She would’ve spiraled. She would've cried in that mirror, felt broken, blamed her body, said “Why don’t they make clothes for girls like me? ”She would've whispered things like: “I’m fat. I’m ugly. I’m not enough.”
But that’s not who I am anymore.
That version of me doesn't lead the show anymore.
Instead, I looked at myself, took a deep breath, and said
Nah. This just isn’t the one. I’m gonna find one that hugs these curves even better. One that sees me the way I see me sexy as f*ck and fully embodied. And then I kept it moving.
That’s what confidence looks like sometimes not perfection, but power in the pause.
Choosing not to spiral. Choosing to root back into truth. Choosing to still feel like that girl.
That’s the work we’re doing here. This is what The Magnetic Woman Circle is all about.
More grace. Less shame. More power.
Drop a comment what’s a moment recently where you chose power instead of spiraling?
Big or small. I wanna celebrate you 💋