Best Friends.

Lately I have had some lagging injuries.  Nothing major but enough to make me frustrated, scared to step up, and causing me to wimp out.  To make excuses.  To not show up as I want to be.

My body is letting me down.  I am frustrated.  But I think, “hey wait a sec…. I am letting her down too.”.

I have been eating too much sugar.  Not sleeping enough.  Not meditating enough.  Not appreciating her general amazing-ness.  How she shows up for me every day whether she wants to or not.  She breathes and flows and works hard.  How can I expect her to be my best friend when I haven’t been hers.

Would you treat your best friend like that?  Complaining connnnnstantly about how she looks?  Making her eat junk when all she is craving is green juice?  Not showing up when she needs you?  Not thanking her with a huge hug when she is there for you?  Pretty sure that bestie would (or should!) toss you to the curb pretty quickly.

How can I expect her to be my best friend when I haven’t been hers.

Make your body your best friend.  Above any other.  She will always be there.  If you treat her well, she will treat you well.  Love her.  Always.

Love. Xo.

Barbie Quinn is a dancer, now also entrepreneur, who has a lot to say. Life is better together. And in the sun. Runs Wharton Event Management with her mom and sister, makers of Peak Invitational Dance CompetitionNext Level Hip HopFestival du Ballet and Quantum Acrobatics Competition.  Hear more at
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