In a crazy, media distracted world the important questions often get lost like: What’s your passion? What’s your purpose? Who do you want to be? Alexis Jones has built a career listening to and helping girls around the world figure out those questions in order to inspire them to think for themselves, to speak their truth, to discover their purpose, and to dream HUGE! Alexis believes that you’re not broken nor do you need to be fixed. You already are that girl who creates magic wherever she goes, who lives fearlessly, who inspires those around her to dream bigger, and who will leave the world better, just for having been in it.
Stop listening to that voice inside your head that tells you you’re not good enough. Stop worrying that you don’t have the perfect body, perfect job, perfect relationship, or perfect anything for that matter. Stop letting other people draw boundaries and limits around your life. And start living the life that you truly want (now!), the one you didn’t think you had the courage to imagine, but the one that’s absolutely possible! Including stories from thirty incredible women, Alexis has compiled everything she’s learned into one complete guide to being That Girl, the best version of you.
I guess I read this book at the perfect time in my life. I am going through somewhat of a transition right now. Sometimes it feels like I am not where I WANT to be in life. I love my career, but the spark I used to get about it is gone. “I Am That Girl” helped me see that I can find my passion and go for it without any fear.
My favorite part of the book was reading all the personal stories and quotes from leaders of all backgrounds. I really felt like I connected to all the stories in one way or another. Continue reading
3 years ago Julian asked me to be his girlfriend at the pool after my sister asked him what we were.
It was random and unplanned just like the rest of our relationship up to that point. He was unexpected and I honestly wasn’t looking for him, or anyone for that matter, when I found him.
I thank God each and every day for bringing him into my life.
It’s been an amazing 3 years and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us! Continue reading
It has been 5 days since I started the journey to loving my body.
It hasn’t been too difficult. Portion control and cutting out beer and extra bread.
It was a little difficult yesterday, since my mom was in town and decided to take me to P.F. Chang’s for lunch. I ordered the lunch portion of a chicken plate and only ate half of it. I had to ask for a to-go box right away because if it would have sat there in front of me any longer I would have ate it. I was full and that is why I stopped eating, but growing up Latina my parents always told me to “finish everything on my plate” or not I would get in trouble. Growing up that way, it has always been hard to control my eating. I over-indulge out of habit.
But, lately it’s been getting easier to ignore the voice in the back of my head telling me to eat everything on my plate. Baby steps. At least that is what I keep telling myself. Continue reading
I am that girl who goes to the gym everyday. Some of you may call me a “gym rat” and I am a proud one at that.
But, I am also the girl who drinks beer and eats pizza and wings any chance she can. I love wings and can literally eat them all day, every day. I love to eat chips with sandwiches and just as a snack on their own. I love food and I love to eat. Even worse, I am a Latina, so I am constantly around delicious food at all and every family gathering no matter how big or small.
For as long as I can remember, I have been the “chubby” one of my family. Continue reading
I met him in the middle of my 8th grade year. All my friends would talk about him. How amazing he was and how great he made them feel. He was the boy next door; an all-Mexican-American boy. The boy all our parents wanted us to end up with. I fell in love with him 4 years later. Country Music, my second love, my first TRUE love.
At the time, I was at my rebellious stage. I was into NOFX, the Misfits, Blink 182, and Motion City Soundtrack (to name a few). I would wear skinny jeans, Spitfire logo shirts, and DC’s. All my jewelry had some sort of spike on it. I was convinced my parents knew nothing and that they didn’t really care about me. At school, I would get made fun of or talked bad about. I was weird, I was a “slut” (fun fact: actually lost my V card in college), I was too smart, I wasn’t smart enough, I was too dark, I wasn’t dark enough, I was too “white”, I was too Mexican, and many many more things people didn’t like me for or didn’t give me the time of day because of. Continue reading
When you are asked the question “what is one song that has changed your life?”, it is difficult to choose just one. I can easily name fifty tunes that have lifted my spirits or narrated important moments in my life. Whether it was the time that Ms. Gomez, my 9th grade Spanish teacher, sat down and translated “Te extrano” by Xtreme or the summer I discovered pride in my heritage through the rhythms of the Los Rakas tune “Africana”, it is music that takes me back to moments, mindsets, people and places.
“Suavemente” by Elvis Crespo was no different; it welcomed me into the world of Latin music with a warm abrazo. Watching the music video of a young passionate singer shake it Ricky Martin style, reminds me of the 90’s when most music videos looked like an episode of Reading Rainbow. I found “Suavemente” after the 90’s had passed. I was a middle school student in a college prep program.
One of my teachers had organized a Latin dance performance for the end of the summer awards ceremony so I asked her if I could dance with him. Continue reading
3 years ago today…
I woke up on January 23, 2012 thinking it was another bad day in a series of bad days. I had been broken up with about 3 weeks before and found out that he had been “hanging out” with another girl who I am still sure to this day was one of the reasons he broke up with me.
I would cry all the time. I would cry myself to sleep. I would cry as soon as I woke up. January 23, 2012 was no different. I got on the bus to school and cried the whole way there. It was a Monday and I was running super late. But, I was hungry so I stopped to get a breakfast taco before heading to class. Continue reading