I lived my entire teenage and young adult life with an eating disorder. Everyday for 9 years I obsessed over my body and what went in it. I counted calories, chugged water when I was hungry, over-exercised and finally resorted to binging and throwing up. I had this image of what I thought beautiful looked like and it didn’t involve any excess fat on my body. Those were hard times... those were lonely times...
If anyone reading this has been addicted to something you know how crippling it can be and how it truly consumes you. It took getting pregnant for me to stop throwing up my food. My maternal instincts overpowered my addiction... at least the extreme part of it.
We are starting a new monthly feature here at MORE: Women We Love!
Each month we'll be interviewing a woman who we think is doing a fantastic job pursuing her best life and making a positive impact on the world. Whether that means rocking her own business or loving & encouraging her kids, we think it's time to bring attention to the women in our world who are doing a kick-ass job at what they have chosen to do.
I couldn't be more thrilled to have Sara Terrero here for our very first interview!
Sara is a wife and mom of three who is as gorgeous on the inside as she is on the outside. Not only is she the creator and owner of KING LOVE Apparel, but she is also a talented tattoo artist and fashion designer!
Often, I find I live my life through my camera’s lens... (I should mention that I’m a photographer)... as in, I can’t carry on a proper conversation until my camera’s back in my sling bag because I’m continually adjusting settings while shooting in manual. (Ain’t nobody got time for shooting and talking at the same time!)
Maybe it’s quirky, maybe it’s clever, or maybe it’s insanely irresponsible. Nevertheless, I just can’t help it. Living through my camera allows me to preserve the people and scenes around me just the way I see them. The way I see them with my heart, and not simply with my eyes.
It’s a weird concept to explain. See, when I shoot someone, I don’t see the little imperfections the woman in front of my camera feels she has. I don’t see what she sees.
Cooking an entire meal from scratch can seem like a daunting task. This can be overwhelming if you have never done it, were not brought up eating home-cooked, from-scratch meals, or if you feel like you just don't have the time.
I have found a few key steps to getting a meal from scratch on the table about 95% of the time (and then there's our frozen pizza night for the other 5%!). As long as I stick to these steps, cooking from scratch goes much more smoothly and seems like a lot less work than it used to!
I think every mom has been there. Your first baby is born and you look into his or her beautiful eyes and think to yourself, "I am never going to let you out of my sight."
But when that initial euphoria fades away, you're left with the sudden realization that you can't hold them close in your arms forever. One day they'll get married and have their own little family... One day they'll graduate and move away to university... One day they leave for their very first summer camp... One day they'll go to their first sleepover... And one day very soon you may have to go back to work.
I'm not sure about your life, but mine often feels pretty hectic. Work, home, relationships, cleaning, laundry, cooking, errands, etc. Trying to fit in time to myself isn’t always easy (and I don’t even have children!). Usually, if I try to take time for myself, I feel guilty because there are a bajillion other things I feel that I should be doing right then.
Do you feel this way, too? Do you feel like making time for yourself and for God to be difficult to fit into your day or your week?
I really believe that making time for just me (with God) is vital to getting through my week, but I still have to make a point of ensuring it actually happens. If I don’t, the weekend will be over and the next week will start before I know it.
My significant other is often reminding me that I should be taking time out of my days for just me and God. I’ll admit that it’s easier said than done. Sometimes, it can feel like just one more thing that I have to do within an already-busier-than-I’d-like schedule. But, he is right (shhh, don’t tell him I said that). Sometimes I feel a bit envious that he’s able to set aside this time for himself on such a regular basis.
I've learned a lot in my 3 short years in motherhood... probably more than my previous 25 years of life combined. I truly believe God allows us to raise children so that they can in-turn raise us, expose us, and shape us. It's been my biggest personal growth, my happiest days, but also my loneliest hours.
I've learned over these last 3 years that this is not a road that is to be traveled alone. Motherhood is to be shared within a tribe. I don't use the term "tribe" loosely. I truly believe all of us mommas need a sacred group of women that is our tribe.
God created us to be communal creatures; we need each other, and more than that, our hearts long for each other. We need a safe place that we share our real life, a place that we can be truly authentic. A place that says "it's ok to be human". We mothers need to see each other's dirt in order to feel normal.
Everyone has those days - the house is a mess, nothing is put away... then the doorbell rings. Ugh! The last thing you want is someone to come in and see the disaster!
I have found a few things to keep in mind, for keeping my home guest-ready. Regardless of the day's craziness, I can keep my sanity and not worry as much about drop-by's if I stick to these couple of self-imposed rules.
You know those mirrors, right? The ones at the circus or amusement park that are usually in some creepy room or building they call a "fun house" (biggest lie of the century, am I right?)
It would be one thing if it was just one mirror, but it's usually a room full of mirrors. All different shapes, sizes, and angles so when you look in any direction, all you can see is a hundred misshapen reflections of your image. We usually laugh as we look around the room at ourselves, but it makes us feel uncomfortable.
It's been a long time since I've been in one of those rooms. Yet I feel like I have that same experience every day of my life.
Some people have a "Road Not Taken" type journey. Not me. There has been no singular, definitive fork in the road which has led me straight to this moment in my life.
My journey has been more of a maze. Full of twists and turns, progress and track-backs, and even dead ends. Some crossroads have been a simple choice of left (bad) or right (good), while others have been a decision of which right turn is the exact "right" one for me.
So when I took stock of my life a few months ago, I saw this seemingly random pattern of experiences. I felt like each portion of my life was separate from the next. Like God led me down one road for a while, then picked me up and placed me on a completely new road.
I didn't understand the purpose and I was frustrated that every time I was close to getting to the finish line, God picked me up and moved me to the starting line of another race!
But then I discovered something: God does not waste an experience.
All of those other roads I was on was not a waste of time. God was preparing me in innumerable ways for exactly where he would eventually lead me!