Turning thirty is F#$%ing AWESOME.
Seriously…I’m not sure where all the turning thirty hatred comes from…
You know what I’m talking about, right?
It goes a little something like this:
Well, I love Friends as much as the next girl from the 90s, but I’ve gotta tell ya… All the shade 30 gets thrown is a pile of rubbish.
Here’s why I love being thirty:
I’m finally comfortable in my own body.
For as long as I can remember, I have made myself MISERABLE ALL SUMMER LONG because I didn’t want anyone to see my legs…#lame.
But 30-year-old Alicia doesn’t mind.
She knows that forcing herself to wear jeans all summer in Missouri is
Now, do I have the legs of Carrie Underwood??
Ummm, negative. (By the way, Carrie, if you’re reading this…and why wouldn’t you be😜…Giirrrrrrl, you are seriously amazing.)
Anyway, no, I don’t have very thin or super toned…well, ahem, anything…
But you know what I do have? I have two daughters and two sons who are looking at me every second of every day.
And while they watch every move I make, they absorb how I talk about myself, treat myself, and love myself.
In everything I do, I’m teaching them how to talk, treat and love their bodies.
Thirty has taught me to be better.
…to stop making myself miserable.
And to ROCK A FABULOUS AMOUNT OF CONFIDENCE.
So I’m wearing the swimsuit.
I’m rocking the shorts.
I’m loving life.
Because time is far too precious to spend it all sitting on the sidelines because of self-consciousness.
And it turns out that when you rock a fabulous amount of confidence, that’s all anyone really sees.
So don’t mind me…because I’m 30, gosh-dangit, and 30 is F#$%ing awesome.
Do you have your own story? I’d love to hear it. Talk to me in the comments!