3 well-being steps to being your most bad ass, sexy self

Hello, it’s me Bad to the Blonde. Here are 3 well-being steps to being your most badass, sexy self inspired by wearing one stylish, personalized hat. A personalized hat can define the style of your well-being – you’ll see. But first a confession – this sure has been a year of change. So consider these self care tips as my gift to you. Maybe you, too, have something in your closet that defines you (like a favorite screen tee) but also inspires and motivates you to achieve your highest, greatest, best, overall well-being. I wish I would have been more aware these past years to what drives my soul and desires, and how easily one can lose it all. And how you can lose it through change.

It would have saved me some hard lessons and regret.

My overall well-being the past few years has not been good and that has come through some much needed change, that I would say was not exactly by choice but more circumstance and bad decision(s). After bad decision(s). I like to push limits and boundaries – some too far. Lesson(s) learned.

I won’t bore you with the details but I will quickly sum it up in three words. Career. Financial. Personal. Rather, four. Bad. To. The. Blonde. See what I did there? I’m good. Really good.

And I am about to get really personal about my (and maybe your) well-being. Maybe you have been through change like I have? Maybe you haven’t but someday you might and when you do, I hope you remember these 3 well-being tips and when you do put on your baddest, most favorite hat – something that defines you – and keep your chin up.

This has been a year of well-being. Starting with self care. Moving on to self love. Then to working on my self discovery. Growth. Failure. Triumph. Disappointment. Success. Life is like a roller coaster, baby. Side note: If Helen Keller was still alive, I would love to meet that bad ass woman.

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.” – Helen Keller

Don’t hide. Don’t disguise. Don’t materialize. That is what I have learned, hard, this year. These things have been on fire in my heart. Felt in my soul. Burning in my brain. They keep me awake at night. Pondering through the days. This ends this year. This is also where I plan to start next year.

Don’t hide from your well-being

What do you hide behind? I believe that some of us hide behind lies. Fears. And even destiny. We fight it. We hide it. I hide through emotions that I don’t want to feel and emotions that I don’t want people to see. Meanwhile I hide through the past year (or three) of failure and complete disappointment. Lastly, I am hiding behind a brand that I created but yet, I have to hide. Or feel like I have to hide. (By the way, these pics make me feel real. Sexy. Bad ass.)

I found that this past year, I was hiding behind myself. A weak self. A fake self. But I am done. I’m done allowing people to tell me how I can and should act. How I should and should not talk. What I can and cannot say. What I should and should not do. Because I listened to people’s thoughts and opinions, and advice. Most of which, I should not have taken because I know myself better. I know not to hide.

I am done with this vision of what society wants me to feel. How society wants me to see me and judge me. Screw who and what society expects me to be. I am me. And I can’t help that and I don’t want to change. 29 and 30 didn’t look so good. Hell, I don’t think 28 and my well-being did either now that I think about it. But, 31, yep it’s going to look pretty bad and pretty blonde. (My hair is finally growing out and maybe I will try again for the Bachelor or Bachelorette).

I’m not going to hide by well-being anymore. I am coming up, so you better get this party started.

Don’t disguise your well-being

It’s easy to disguise yourself with a filter in this digital, social media world. Hiding behind a keyboard is easy. And a dating app. I’ve always taken great pride in my “real” self and post what I want to on social media. A brutally honest, real me, is my true character. It isn’t always pretty. I am a firm believer it not pretending to be something you’re not because you can only pretend for so long. I am a firm believer in not paying for followers. Because, real people can’t be bought.

Not disguising myself is best for my well-being. I’m not happy “filtering” myself. Or my mouth – I am loud and I am proud! I can’t even pretend to be poised like a trophy wife (boring) or a pageant queen (I tried that once and I won the tug-o-war competition). I like swear like sailor. The tattoo I have makes me a badass and is a symbol of my blonde hair heritage. Fast cars and freedom. But I’m also a vegetarian and I need yoga in my life or I am angry and uncomfortable. It’s called balance. Balance is necessary for anyone’s well-being even if you’re not a fellow libra. I’m not happy disguising myself through quiet dreams and ideas. Or boring Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday…nights.

I don’t hide behind modeling and blogging photos. I feel like I am fueling my well-being. Doing bad ass, sexy things makes me feel most alive. And real. I like being a “bad” blonde. It’s unexpected. Thrilling. I kinda choke up a bit when I really how much ass I kicked in life thus far. I’ve pushed a lot of boundaries. And I am not done yet. I won’t disguise my well-being.

Don’t materialize your well-being

Bottomline, we buy a lot of shit and stuff we don’t need. Online shopping does not help this, especially if you’re me – it’s like dancing with the devil, and boy, I will add all those things to my shopping cart and hit check out. Our well-being cannot be increased through materialistic shit. Materialistic things don’t fill our well-being fuel tank. I often look around at my little two bedroom home and there is no more room for another piece of furniture. There are 10 chairs in my house. No words to explain how or why they got here. Why did I add them to the cart? I’ve never hosted a dinner party. I don’t even like to sit. It’s a two bedroom, two bathroom home. One chair is one of my bathrooms. I have a lot of shit. Have I gone mad? I’m afraid so.

Without a doubt there are clothes in my closet that I haven’t worn some of it in years. One thing I won’t Poshmark is a hat that defines me. It protects my skin (I could have saved thousands of dollars on chemical peels and facials had I been wearing this hat on the daily). This hat is a symbol of my goals. And my soul. A brand.

I am Bad. To. The. Blonde. As it says it in black sequins right on my personalized hat from Two Baked Buns. A hat can define the style of your well-being. Wear it classy, sassy and a bit bad-assy.