A Battle Cry to the Women Before and After Me

My mom has held political office since I was 10 years old. I grew up in a house where my voice always mattered. In fact, my mom would always say “Speak UP, Allie! You have to speak up!” Let me tell you, I hated it when she said that.

Now that I am older, I realize that she was preparing me for war. She knew that I would need to use that voice to defend myself and others. I couldn’t be more thankful for her bravery and her leadership. She didn’t just do it for herself. She did it for her grandmother who came here without the right to VOTE. For myself, and her granddaughters that are only a twinkle in her eye. She does it for all of the fierce women before and after.

So that she will never question the validity of her opinion.

So that she will always take defeat with grace.

So that she can defend herself and those that can’t.

So that she will always have a voice that matters.

So that she will know the proper times to be silent.

So for my sisters and my daughters, in lieu of the President that our country has just elected, I will never stop being a warrior for you. I will never stop speaking up. I will never stop using my creative voice. I was raised by a trailblazer and warrior runs in my blood. I am ready to fight for you; for your rights, for your bodies, for your futures.

Until no man puts his hands on you without your permission.

Until no man decides FOR you.

We have work to do.

Hey, Jennifer

One year ago today on my 21st birthday, I was wandering the streets of New York City with an empty wallet and a full heart. I had spent the last 3 months creating myself, pouring salt on open wounds, and finding new things to love.

I decided that I’d spend my last day in the city exploring some place I hadn’t explored yet.

I wandered through the FIT Museum and checked in to my flight home the next day. I stopped at the Europa Café and bought myself a coffee and a cupcake for later.

As I made my way back to the subway station, a saw a woman sitting on the corner with a suitcase and a sign written on a box lid that read “It’s my Birthday, Anything Helps.”

“No way….” I thought. There’s no way it’s really her birthday.

So I walked up and, introduced myself, and I asked her.

She proceeded to pull out her I.D.

Sure thing. August 19.

I smiled. “Its my Birthday, too!”

I’m not lying when I say that I’ve never seen this kind of joy in someones eyes.

I sat down next to her right there on the street corner and struck up a conversation.

We talked about life and love and loss. She told me that she was trying to get back home to Florida. She was trying to escape an abusive relationship.

I have never in my life felt more like I was right where I needed to be. In that moment, on that street corner, with someone born on the same day, going through similar pain. Proof that we are all human. Proof that sometimes we stop and know that we are not where we are by accident. Proof that under the stereotypes and the clothes and the money or lack there of, there is love, pain, happiness, and vulnerability. Let yourself be a human to other humans…

I gave her my cupcake and the cash I had left in my wallet.

I smiled and said “Everyone needs a cupcake on their birthday.”

I wish I would have left her my phone number.

I wish I could have given her more than $5.

I wish I knew how she was doing one year later.

 

Happy 27th Birthday, Jennifer. I think about you everyday.

Hey…can you quiet down?

This is for the ones whose spirits who are too much for the containers that hold them.

For the ones who shatter glass with their laughs and erupt to stay breathing.

The ones who once couldn’t remember what their own voices felt like vibrating through their chests.

This one is for you.

For the ones who stir LOVE in their coffee in the morning and fill their bellies with light.

The same ones who spent so many nights in rock bottom to learn how to shine.

For the ones who have ever heard:

“You talk too much.”

“You cry too much.”

“Your laugh is too loud.”

Listen to me when I say that the world needs your shock waves.

The world needs your wild, ample heart.

We were carved from the same star and this is for you.

Listen to me when I say that the world needs you.

“The world does not benefit from your silence”– Sierra DeMulder

So please, erupt. 

Love you fiercely,

Allie

 

 

Hey, _______.

Hey, you.

I am so honored that you’re here.

Heyallie.com was born after realizing that I stumble over myself everyday. I am afraid of fear, I am afraid of creating, and I am afraid of what I am capable of.

This serves as a reminder to keep going despite this paralyzing fear of self.

As I walk through this season, I find myself writing love letters to myself. Those love letters often take the form of art, photography, and writing. Hence CREATE, CAPTURE, CULTIVATE. This is my creative safe place.

So fill in the blank for yourself.

Hey Allie.

Hey, ______. You don’t need to be afraid.

Hey, Gorgeous. You look so pretty today.

Hey, Lioness. You are brave and you know it.

Hey, Goddess. It’s time to move on now.

 

Hey, _________. You are worthy.

 

Love you fiercely,

Allie