WCW: Who runs the world? GIRLS.

It probably comes as no surprise to anyone that I’m a huge proponent of girl power; I often joke about my feminist rage. But really, it’s not a joke. I have feminist rage. I hate when people assume things about me based on my gender, the way I look, the way I talk or worse yet, try to limit me; I hate when others try to make my life, my actions or my work seem trivial. Or lady like. Dainty. Precious. Legs crossed and proper. Because no, I’m not that fucking lady like. I will talk how I want to talk. I will do what I want to do. I will sit how I want to sit. I will free myself from the burden of being a lady. 

And I will instead just be me. A woman. A force to be reckoned with. Strong on my own. Independent. Fierce. Unafraid.

And to think, I once said “I’m not a feminist…”….Alyse (younger than me but always wiser…) called me out and told me what a stupid statement that was. I was in my early 20’s. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was silly and boy crazy. I was slightly lost. I had gone to Berkeley and was slightly numb to the idea of yet another label. Everyone had a label. I didn’t need another fucking label. I hadn’t yet thought it through. I didn’t really understand what it meant.

I wear make-up (well, ok, sometimes I wear make-up). I am high maintenance about my hair. I shave my legs and my arm pits. I enjoy wearing dresses, bikinis and lacy things. I fully embrace my femininity. And I love my husband. And love that he takes out the trash. And fixes things on my car. And often uses the hammer and nails when we need to hang or fix things around the house. And that’s ok. It’s ok to allow other people do those things. It does not make me less of a feminist.

I also run like a girl. I’m pretty fast…and not just for a girl. I can run far….farther than most guys I know. I take pride in “chicking” guys. I take pride in chicking other girls. I challenge and often chick my own husband who supports me, cherishes me, and shares in my feminist rage and understands why he shouldn’t call me baby (I ain’t yo’ baby…or your baby…or your baby, baby).

I can do some serious push-ups and pull-ups. I can handstand. I can sprint. Burpee. Lift weights. Move. Get dirty. Think for myself. Make money and big decisions. Run a business….or two. And be fucking awesome. And outspoken. And strong. And kind. Compassionate. Loving. Nurturing. And resilient. And brave. And me. Always unapologetically me.

My feminist rage is bold. Strong. And unwavering. It is ingrained in everything that I do.

Empowering women is my life’s mission – whether I’m encouraging more women to be badass through movement – running, bootcamp, or yoga’ing it up at Flex & Flow – or empowering them to be entrepreneurs and business savvy social media rockstars through my work with the Sweat Pink community – it’s a part of my every day life. It’s in my DNA.

Which is why I am so excited to be participating in If Girls Ran the World, a monthlong running and fundraising adventure that will not only benefit charities that empower girls all across the world but also empowers one another (us lady bosses!) to get out and MOVE for the sake of women everywhere.

So now I’m calling on all of you. Come join me in my feminist raging and let’s RUN THE F*ING WORLD! Join me (and the rest of the Sweat Pink community!) from October 1-31 for this fun, worldwide event where we will work to run a set distance and meet fundraising goals for different charities that provide food, support, education and tools to empower women all across the globe. You can register here to be a part of this amazing adventure.

Ladies, it’s time to lady up and do this. Who’s with me?

Stay sweaty friends!

XOXO

Jamie

 

Disclaimer: This post was sponsored by EveryDayHero. All opinions are my own. I truly appreciate all the brands that support the Sweat Pink community!