So – I couldn’t decide what I wanted to write about today.

Now – in theory- I could write more than a post a day.

Writers do that.

That being said, I think that today I am going to wear my “Scorned Women” badge again.

Just for the fuck of it.

The whole thing yesterday with the fitness ‘goddess’ pissed me off.

Mainly because she is a ‘godess’ and is acting like one.

My mistake.

I know better than to mix with her type.

So – to premise this whole thing, I am SUPER passionate about health and fitness.

I work out all the time.

Lift weights

Get my cardio on

(and to those who like to take what I say out of context, I do NOT have a ‘cardio addiction’ – people I know have a steroid addiction…but, that is a different story for a different day)

LOVE me some yoga.

I’m pretty damn healthy.

I’m in pretty good shape.

So – I get her whole ‘fit godess’ get up.

BUT-

If you refer to yourself as a ‘goddess’ – you are kinda implicating that people need to celebrate you, bow down, maybe worship you even.

People who are SUPER into fitness and identify as ‘fitness’ spokespeople are typically narcissistic. I know.

It was my world for 1/3 of my life.

So – it makes sense that if you are a fitness junky – you think that the world revolves around you…and you want people to think of you as a goddess.

Fair enough.

I am not a goddess.

I don’t want people to ‘worship’ me…especially for my body.

I want people to treat me well.

Shoot.

Spoil me.

I am much more of a princess.

I like to feel good.

And when I feel good, I look good.

My ‘good’ isn’t shown through steroid induced biceps, it stems from me making good decisions about how to take care of my mind, body and spirit.

And if that means I swear like a sailor, sweat like a man on long ass runs or spend an entire yoga practice curled up in modified child’s pose…then so be it.

I’m not asking anyone to worship me as their goddess.

I’m just celebrating who I am in the moment I am living it.

And if people like it.

Nice.

If not.

That’s OK too.

So – perhaps I’m a fitness princess.

Or maybe a warrior.

A Warrior is someone who demonstrates physical strength that is matched by the strength of moral character.

I prefer warrior to goddess.

Shit.

By a TON.

Muscles without substance beneath them are a useless conglomerations of mass.

I would rather someone say, “Wow…she is a smart girl” or “Wow…she is courageous” or something that has to do with character rather than “wow-those are some abs”

Or – I would rather living my life making the right choice and making the world a better place than anyone paying any sort of attention to me.

As much as I have fought to not be invisible this last year,

I think that the lesson I learned yesterday is that I would rather be invisible and live with personal integrity than live in a mini-spotlight (or a big one, heck) because of my body.

Shit.

I don’t want to devalue myself like that.

And I most surely do not want to create a context where other women are ‘celebrated’ for their self-degradation either.

So – I’ll admit.

I’m a bit of a princess.

I like some pampering; a massage, someone washing my hair, a hot cup of coffee.

And I’m a bit of a warrior.

I like to move past my comfort zone in ways that align with my personal integrity.

I want to be Healthy. Strong, a Role-Model.

I am,

in fact,

a Warrior Princess.

Living beautifully through personal integrity.

Shit.

There ain’t nothing wrong with that.

(Anyone want to buy a Warrior Princess shirt?)