When I was a kid I was fearless, way more courageous than I am now. I used to kill giant bugs with my tiny hands, ride roller coasters with warning signs and say exactly how I felt, regardless if I was the only person who felt that way. Once I even tried to sway an aunt’s decision to vote for a certain president. And I was only 9.

When I got to be an adult, I became terrified of bugs, picky about what I chose to ride (even going as far as watching the rides on YouTube first) and quiet about what I felt strongly about. I sometimes wonder where that wild girl went. And other times I worry if I let adulthood quench that fiery spirit.

That’s one of the reasons why I so admire these bloggers. This week they’re teaching us how to take control of our own lives whether we’re working on improving our body image or having the courage to challenge ourselves. Who knows? It might just bring back that spunky wild child who has the audacity to be exactly the way you’re supposed to be-passionate, honest and true to yourself.

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