10 Reasons Why I’m a Nasty Woman


This recent movement that Donald Trump has accidentally fueled has brought all of us women together, and seemingly in opposition to him. The Nasty Woman Movement is our stories and our truths. It is how women are beginning to live their lives in such a way that goes against what history has taught us. It is how we are becoming everything that is in contrast to what history has told us to be.

The Nasty Woman Movement is using our voices to support and empower one another while we continue to battle the hard struck cold of misogyny that still exists today.

Here are 10 reasons why I’m a nasty woman:

I am a Nasty Woman Because:

  1. I am both an honest and sensitive human

  2. I no longer rest on the train of people-pleasers. And no, having an opinion doesn’t make me a bitch. Being a woman doesn’t automatically place me in the role of being someone who just stands there in the sidelines, smiling and nodding to whatever you say. I have a voice, too and I should be allowed to use it.

  3. My body is mine and NOT just for the sake of man’s pleasure

  4. Having sex does not make me a slut. Saying “no” does not make me a prude.

  5. My happiness is not dictated by a man’s presence in my life.

  6. My body changes by the minute, just like everybody else’s. It is for no one’s approval or disapproval.

  7. I am a feminist, which doesn’t automatically make me a crazy man-hater.

  8. I cry and I get emotional. Being sensitive or expressing how I feel does not make me weak.

  9. Wanting love does not make me desperate. Enjoying being single does not make me “in denial”. And my relationship status does not dictate my worth.

  10. Lastly, I am a Nasty Woman because I am confident and insecure, bold and timid.

I am a Nasty Woman because I would like to live my life without constant judgment and disapproval. I am a Nasty Woman because I’m just a human who wants to be treated as an equal.

In a society that profits from a woman’s insecurities; in a society that wants women to be warped in competitions against one another, our support, empowerment, and love for each other are acts of rebellion.

So let’s be rebels together.


When Are You Going To Be Enough For Yourself?


Do you ever take the time to sit still for a little while and ask yourself: “Am I happy right now?” I think I do that too much. Lately, I’ve been questioning myself quite a lot. I grew up a lot this summer and I was on a level of high that didn’t even feel real to me until it was over, and everything changed again.

My whole life began to feel like it was being jerked around at all ends and I lost a lot of people in the process of it all – a lot of people who I was close to. A lot of people who weren’t so pleased with the changes I made in my life; the changes that brought about all the joy. Those people are still here, but our connection isn’t.

My life was once a lot more difficult and a lot crazier. And so, being in the state that I’m in doesn’t really make a lot of rational sense to me. I’m not depressed, but I’m not filled with as much joy as I was before, either. And up until now, I had no idea that there was something in between those two extreme states.

I’m not so good at relaxing, either. I have to be doing something, constantly. I have to be reading so I can learn more, or writing so I can understand more, or crafting and creating or finishing an assignment for school or working at my job. I need to constantly be working to keep my mind at ease. But from what? Well, I think somewhere along the line, I started to believe that if I wasn’t being productive, I was failing.

A lot of my life was spent trying to survive – trying to just be alive. It was a lot of budgeting and calculating in my head, how much food I would be able to afford that could keep me going for a while. It was a lot of trying to just get myself out of bed. It was a lot of trying to just get myself through the day, each and every day.

Now that I have a full-time job, I don’t have to worry as much about financial burdens as I used to. No, it’s not easy, but I have a steady income that I’m able to get by with. I have my creative pursuits and my curious nature. I have some freedom. So what the hell is the problem?


Some part of me feels like I “wasted” a lot of time for so many years and it’s almost like I’m trying to catch up with my own life. I’m trying to make up for all the years I was “unproductive”. I need to learn everything, do everything, create everything, and I have to do it all as quickly as I can to perhaps meet some deadline that I’ve conjured up in my mind for my life. All of the things I could have been doing in those years I spent just trying to get through, need to get done now, along with whatever else I could have achieved by now.

It always goes back to feeling like I’m trying to balance out my life’s time scale. But each time I dig a little deeper, it seems to be rooted from the idea that I am not enough.

And you know what? I’m so tired. I’m tired of not meeting my own expectations. I’m tired of justifying myself TO myself. I’m tired of burning myself out over and over again. I’m tired of being so hard on myself every time that happens, which it always does. I’m just so tired.

Why has it become so hard for us to stop doubting ourselves?

I don’t really have an answer for this one, other than I think we just need to be on the lookout. We need to be the security guards of our minds, constantly watching and monitoring the load of crap we give ourselves each day.

We have to guard our language and our choice of words, not only the ones we use for ourselves but the ones we use to describe our surroundings and our people as well.

I think our strength is tied to the types of obstacles we are faced with throughout our lives. I don’t mean that in a “challenges make you stronger” way (which they obviously do), but I mean that maybe the obstacles we face are strategically placed throughout our lives in such a way that we build off of each one. Maybe life only hands you the hardships that you already have the strength to handle, and those hardships prepare you and build your strength up for the next one so that you will already have the strength to handle that as it comes. All of these keep us growing and moving forward and becoming.

But the challenges we put on ourselves are the ones that hold us back. Those are side-tracks; the paths that will only keep us circling around the same place over and over again. We don’t become more from them. We become trapped inside of them.

So to end off this lengthy post, remember that everything that you did today, was everything that you needed to do (and probably even more than that) so AMAZING work. But, also remember that your productivity does not dictate your self-worth. We are already more than enough.

The Root of Personality Tests: What Are We Actually Obsessing Over


Recently, I took the True Color personality test that the company I work for purchased and altered slightly to gear towards our workspace. We’re trying to learn how each individual not only works, but also learns and communicates differently. In understanding that, the hope is that we can become an even better team in the long run.

Just yesterday, one of my department managers, who also happens to be a good friend of mine, was talking to me about her results and how glad she felt with the outcome of it all. “It understood me. I react that way, I’m emotional in that way, I shut down that way – It’s so me!” 

I also remember how excited I was to take it. By excited, I mean to the point where I actually had a coworker email it to me so that I could secretly take it earlier than I was supposed to, and completed it under the pseudonym of John Smith. I know, I’m just so creative.

But this whole concept and the excitement that came along with it got me thinking. And yes, this is where the psychology major in me comes out with all the analyzing. But I began to wonder: Why are we so obsessed with personality tests? Why are we so eager to validate what we already know about ourselves? What is the intrigue and what is the root of this obsession?

We already know how we tend to react in negative situations. We know the extent of our sensitivity. We know what triggers us. We know, deep down, what is true about who we are.

My department manager already knew what happens to her mind when conflicts arise. She already knew her sensitive and empathetic nature. She knew all of this and so why did it matter that some test just told her the exact same information she already held within herself?

Here’s what I came to understand from it: Whether it be the Myer’s Brigg or True Colors or whatever else test you take to “understand your personality,” they all seem to have some categories set in place. When you’ve finished taking them, BOOM, you’re placed in one of those categories.

But the accuracy of the results will also tell you something other than what you already know, and that is this: There are other people out there just like this; and therefore, there are other people out there just like you.

So what if this obsession with personality tests isn’t just correlated to understanding ourselves more? What if the bigger, and more often hidden element is rooted in our need to belong, and our desire to feel connected. Maybe it is less about confirming what we already know to be true for ourselves, and instead, confirming the notion that we are not the only ones like this.

We are not alone. There are other people who feel this way when this happens. There are other people who react like this in that scenario. There are other people like you and I. We take these tests and we become obsessed with them because sometimes (and maybe now more than ever before) we need to be reminded of that.