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6 Random Things I Want My Daughter To Know on International Women’s Day

March 8, 2018 By Lindsay Gee

Any day when we get to celebrate women, you know I’m going to celebrate and celebrate loudly. My life is based on motivating, inspiring and encouraging women to support, love and lift one another. To fight for one another. To cry on one another’s shoulders. To band around one another without judgment when things get hard. So, to all the women who have touched my life in any way, shape or form…I salute you today.

You’re a badass. 

As we experience and work through campaigns such as #PressforProgress and #MeToo, there are things I truly want my daughter to know. So, I thought I could share them here. You may not agree with all of them, in fact, hardcore feminists are not going to be pleased, but as a strong, educated and loving Mother, these super random points about being a woman are what I want to teach my daughter right now.   

1) We’ve come a long way but there’s still a long way to go. We can vote. We can join the military and fight for our country. We can play sport and *gasp* perspire in public (it wasn’t legal before…seriously…that’s how far we’ve come!). But baby, we still have so far to go. You’ll still be labeled a “bitch” when you fight for something. You won’t make as much money as a man doing the same job. You’ll be mansplained more times than you can count. But…every day there’s progress and there are women still fighting to find balance and keep us moving forward. Join the fight. Stand up for your rights. Be proud to be confident and smart.  

2) There are things men are better at and that’s okay. What the what? Yup. I’m admitting it. And I’m okay with this statement. Stand down, feminists. It’s physiology. Since when can’t we accept that men and women are different? There are also things women are better at then men. So yay for us! But, I choose to celebrate our differences and accept the fact the typically men are stronger than women. It doesn’t make you less of a woman because you can’t open that damn pickle jar…it just means your strengths lie elsewhere. So, baby girl, don’t let differences between the sexes hold you back, celebrate them. And hey, if you want to get stronger…do that! Just don’t think you’re less than because you’re physically weaker than your male counterpart. Don’t even get me started on the male and female brains…there is a reason we’re so different. Be okay with the differences and celebrate the strengths of yours and the opposite sex. 

3) Take the compliment. Sometimes a compliment is just a compliment. There’s no need to overanalyze everything. If someone, male or female, gives you a compliment and it’s genuine and doesn’t creep you out…just say “Thank you!”. How ya doing feminists? You okay with this one? I worry that we’re swinging so far that we will all stop complimenting one another because we’re scared we’ll be called up on sexual misconduct charges. Seriously. It’s a concern of mine. I want my daughter to receive compliments…they feel good. I mean, sure, sure…there’s a limit…”nice rack” isn’t a compliment. But, if a male told her she “looks lovely in that dress”, I’d want her to say “thank you” and go on with her day without another thought. I wonder if this is wrong? All I know is that if I get a compliment, it puts a pep in my step and gives me a zing of happiness. 

Maybe I’m just an attention-seeker. I dunno. But I likes me my compliments and I’d love for my daughter to receive them well. I also want her to know the difference between a compliment and harassment…so there’s that. 

4) Dress how you want to dress. Be you. I was challenged the other day and told I’m too feminine and the things I do to appear more feminine are “setting us back”. Er. Hmmmm. I’m not sure how my own self-care and taking care of myself sets us back, but there are some perceptions out there framed like that. The fact that I get my nails done, get a pedicure, don’t like to go out without makeup…um…that’s just who I am. I LIKE being feminine. I LIKE dressing up. I LIKE wearing dresses. All of these things make me feel…like me. 

So baby girl…you do you. If you like pink…LIKE PINK! Don’t let anyone else tell you because you wear pink and glitter that you’re setting the feminist movement back. You’re not. You like a color. Good for you. You do you and don’t let anyone, male or female, take control of your likes and dislikes. Don’t let anyone ever tell you your choices on how you dress and care for your own body affect another. They affect only you and your love of oneself. Honour and respect yourself not to care and just be you. Okay?

5) Stand tall and be proud of your sex. You’re an effin’ woman. Be proud of that. Many women have fought for the rights you have now, so celebrate the HECK out of them. Learn about Maya Angelou, Anne Frank, Billie Jean King, Florence Nightingale, Amelia Earhart and the hundreds of other women who have done incredible things. Also celebrate your friends, sisters, mothers, auties and tribe that you get to be a part of every single day. Love, support, empower and encourage one another. Stand up for one another. Be a pillar of strength and love for those around you. The power is inside you. Why? Because you’re a woman, that’s why!

6) If you want to do something, do it (as long as it’s legal). Your sex has nothing to do with what you can and cannot do, believe that. If you have a goal, demand success. You’re going to have to work at it. And, if it’s pushing the limits, you’re going to be told you can’t do it, you’ll be ridiculed and bullied. But you’re strong, you’re a woman, you can achieve anything you want to achieve. Of that I am certain. Fight your fight with confidence, bravery and compassion. Be open to learning. Be open to feedback. But if there is one thing I want to teach you, baby girl, it’s that if you want something, no matter your sex, you can achieve it. 

On International Women’s Day, I want to celebrate the fact that I am gloriously a woman. I love it. I love that I have to battle and fight because this makes me stronger. I love that I get to wear dresses and lipstick because this makes me feel beautiful for me and me alone. I love that the women in my life are all completely different and I love them ALL the same because this makes me realize how beautiful this world is. I love that women are standing up and demanding equality and respect because this empowers me to lead the way and blaze a better trail for my daughter.

I love being a woman. I’m PROUD to be a woman. 

Thank you to ALL the women in the past, and in the present, that are fighting for my rights, fighting my daughter’s rights AND her future. I salute the work you do. And me, I’ll continue to build communities of strong, empowered women…because that’s my life’s work and I’m honoured to do just that. 

Filed Under: Evolution of Parenting, Highs & Lows

Not an Award-Winner But a Winner All The Same

February 26, 2018 By Lindsay Gee

Dear Hot Mamas,

Many of you have been asking how Hot Mama did at the Small Business BC Awards. Erm, well…if we had won, it would be all over the place, but alas, it wasn’t to be this year. And you know what? That’s a-ok! So, why has it taken me so long to fill you in? 

Your OHM needed time to process. 

We lost.
Did I cry? Yup. I did.
Was I upset that we didn’t win? Nope. Not at all.
Did I feel like I let my team and this community down? Yup. I did.
Do I feel that way now looking back at this experience? No. I don’t.

And that’s why it has taken me a few days to process and fill you all in.

Now don’t go and get all crazy on me, I know I didn’t let you down. But, in the moment, seeing franchise owners fly out to be with me, spending hours getting ready, reading message after message of support…I felt bad not bringing this home to you. I felt bad that I couldn’t give you this award. 

You matter. Our community matters. Hot Mama matters. And I so badly wanted to honor you and all you do. You all go above and beyond when it comes to supporting this Hot Mama community, I truly wanted to win this award for you…to show you that what you do is acknowledged and appreciated. You give money, time, energy and love day in and day out. We fundraise, we love, we support and we empower. YOU have tremendous community impact and I really wanted to celebrate ALL of YOU with this award.

I wanted the media to recognize the work you do, not the work I do…I work behind the scenes…I really wanted attention brought to you and the impact you have on the women you sweat, laugh and burpee beside every week. What we do at Hot Mama isn’t just fitness. We provide a safe place for women to go to be authentically real, to meet other like-minded Mamas and to empower and motivate other women to become a better and healthier version of themselves.

I love that not only do we provide a platform to get healthy, but we genuinely care about one another. Someone gets sick? We stock the freezer with food. Someone gets injured? We help with the kids and housework. Tragedy strikes. We ban together and raise money to help. That’s you, Hot Mamas…that’s all YOU. YOU creating this movement of love and support. YOU creating a place where women can go to cry, celebrate, laugh and/or scream. 

So, I felt bad when I didn’t get to bring the award to you and shower you with love and adoration. Because I do…I love and adore each and every one of you. 

Now, don’t get me wrong. We had an INCREDIBLE time at the gala. It’s sooooooo nice to get fancied up…hair and makeup done…beautiful dresses on. Wine flowing. Music pumping. So. Much. Fun. And jeez…I couldn’t have asked for a better entourage. I had some of my best friends beside me, a few franchise owners who I love and respect, their husbands (because, yes, we have their support too) and an evening filled with joy, love, dancing, a lot of vodka and fun.

But, when we didn’t win? I felt awful. Not because we didn’t win the award, but because I felt I let you down. I’m not sure how many times I said “I’m sorry” throughout the evening…and as the vodka flowed, it happened even more. But…after taking a few days to reflect…I’m still sorry…but I can use this platform here to shower you with my love and adoration.

Hot Mama would be NOTHING without all of you. Nothing. From my franchise owners who believe in our mission so completely they’ve changed their lives paths to help me build community through family fitness. To our incredible Hot Mama clients who are the most loyal women and support their Main Mamas by getting to class and participating, laughing and cheering on one another. To the Minis who love and adore all we do and are learning healthy living from Day 1.

It’s a humbling experience to reflect on defeat and realize that there’s no way we actually lose if we stick to our message. If I continue to find women who love and support and believe in our mission, if I continue to fight for health and wellness on the proper safe and effective platform I’ve been yelling from for years and if I dig in and fight for our kids to get active…I can’t lose.

But I can only win if you’re with me. Beside me. Walking tall and loving what we do. I’ll forge ahead and we’ll make a difference. I know our community impact is extensive. I just needed a few days to wrap my head around it all.

So Hot Mamas, if I had an award I would have handed it over to all of you. But, I don’t. All I have is this incredible feeling of gratitude and support for all we stand for. 

I cannot thank you enough…so for now, I hope these words land in your heart and fill you with love. I will fight for this company and all we stand for until I feel we’ve made the impact we need to make. Day in and day out, I’m here for you. And I absolutely know you’re here for me. 

With love, respect and gratitude,
Your OHM

Filed Under: A Word About Business, Growing A Business, Highs & Lows

The Funny Thing About Growing an Empire

December 19, 2017 By Lindsay Gee

As most of you know, I’m the proud Founder of a company called Hot Mama Health & Fitness. We “build community through family fitness”…meaning we support, empower, inspire and motivate parents to get active and be healthy role models while also providing a space for Mamas to go to get safe and loving support for the ups and downs of Motherhood.

My days are filled with spreadsheets, writing, timelines, troubleshooting, supporting, developing, digging, worrying, pushing, inspiring and sweat. Because yes, I still find the time to workout. I still work from my home office, so I do all of this with my kids interrupting me on the daily (hourly?). And, even when I’m “done work for the day”…it’s literally 5 steps away. (I really cannot wait to get an office outside the home!)

But, here’s the thing: Every now and then, I look up and I look back. Every now and then I need to remind myself that all the effort, the sweat, the frustration, the doubt, the worry and the fear are all worth it. And, it usually comes around this time of year. 

Here’s the funny thing about growing an empire: people you don’t know love what you do even if they don’t know that you’re the one doing it. Now, I know that doesn’t make a lot of sense, so bear with me, I’ll give you a few examples of what I’m talking about…

I started Hot Mama out of my garage…you need to know that so that when I tell you the rest, it might help you understand where I’m coming from. So okay, there I am 5.5 years ago inviting women into my house to destroy it (because…well…kids) while I make them sweat in my garage. All good. Fast forward 5.5 years and here we are…30 franchises strong, 1000’s of women in the Hot Mama community, more asking to join and programs I’ve developed and designed changing lives on the daily.

That’s not the funny part.

Here’s the funny part. Me…walking in a mall past a gorgeous Mama that I don’t know and she’s wearing a Hot Mama hoodie. Me…driving in a city I’ve never been to behind a car that has a “You’re following a Hot Mama” bumper sticker. Me…seeing photos on Facebook of my Hot Mama logo getting placed onto Christmas ornaments and Mamas LOVING it. Me…reading post after post about how our Hot Mama programs have changed and improved lives and inspired families to get active, together. Me…walking into a restaurant and someone asking if I’m the “OHM” and asking for a photo.

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Filed Under: A Word About Business, Growing A Business, Highs & Lows, Uncategorized

The “Me Too” Viral Status Update Has Me Confused

October 16, 2017 By Lindsay Gee

I woke up this morning to an incredible amount of women posting “Me too” as their status update. I’m appalled, sad, disappointed and…confused.

I’m not confused with the typical “how is this still happening?”, “why is this still happening?”, “how can we stop this?” type of questions. I’m confused because I don’t know if I know what constitutes sexual harassment. Easy does it, feminists…breathe and keep reading.

Don’t get mad at me because I don’t know. My concern is that I know I have been sexually harassed (a lot) but because it was such a “normal” occurrence in my life, I have until now, just chosen to overlook it and brush it off. 

This makes me reluctant to post “Me too”. 

So, the craziest question keeps popping into my head “Is my level of sexual harassment ‘enough’ to post ‘Me too’ as my status update?”.

What if what I’ve gone through has made me stronger, more resilient, more determined? I know that I accepted it at the time and although it disgusted me, it made me the strong woman I am today. I’m not grateful for it, but it did happen. No, I don’t think sexual harassment is okay but I’m confused because if I post “Me too” and the sexual harassment hasn’t caused me to crumble, am I taking away from women who have gone through something so much worse than a few lewd comments, stares and disgusting conversations? 

Here’s the thing: I often feel like status updates such as these are meant for the victims of terrible occurrences. I don’t feel like a victim. At all. I feel more empowered and stronger than ever. So, I don’t want to take away from those who feel that they are victims of sexual harassment or abuse. 

I don’t want to offend anyone. I absolutely don’t want to condone sexual harassment. But, I do want to take a few moments to step back, re-evaluate and make sure that when I post “Me too”, I’m being honest with myself, with the world and most importantly with my daughter. 

Was what I went through even sexual harassment or is there a “lesser” title I can put on it? How do I know? And, if I knew then what I know now, would I change my reaction?

Most importantly, how can I educate my daughter on what to do when it happens to her (because, let’s be honest, seeing all those “me too’s” has me resigned to the fact that she will)? If I don’t know how to step up to the plate and type “Me too” because I don’t know what constitutes sexual harassment, then what’s the point? I want to learn.

I think most viral updates have a purpose and I hope the purpose of this one isn’t to gang up on men and call them assholes, bastards and complete human scum. Although, absolutely, some should be called out. I hope the purpose is to bring awareness to the issue and educate ourselves and future generations as to what harassment and abuse look like in all shapes, sizes and forms. 

It is “okay” for me to minimize the sexual harassment I went through because I’m made of tough stuff and I handled it easily? Is it okay that I wasn’t appalled by what happened, that I reflected on the moments I know I was harassed and stood taller, worked harder and pushed further? Is it okay that I used harassment as a way to show that even if their conversations were inappropriate, it didn’t affect me negatively? And with all that being said, is it okay for me to write “Me too” as my status update? 

Again, I’m not at all condoning sexual harassment, but I need to understand the purpose of this update. I need to know that when I write it, I’m helping and educating and not becoming a part of a “let’s hate all men” movement. I’ve seen many women sexually harass men they work with, so that can’t be my reason. 

As I reflect on my education and my career, I am certain that I’ve been sexually harassed. Sadly, I believe most women have probably experienced it in one form or another. So, how do we move forward? What’s the game plan? How can I educate my daughter on what’s acceptable and what’s not? And, in my case, I’m uncertain whether I should post “Me too” because I know my “level” of sexual harassment doesn’t even come close to what some women have gone through, let alone comparing my experience of sexual harassment to those who have suffered abuseabuse? 

And, isn’t is crazy that I just wrote this blog post asking “Is my sexual harassment enough”?

I am more confused than ever and I guess that’s a good thing. Now I’ll search for answers. Not necessarily for myself, because I feel strong and empowered but for others who have had a different experience and honestly, because I’ll do anything to make my daughter stronger, more vocal and more aware of the situations she’ll go through in her life.

Am I the only one confused? Am I the only one hesitant to write the status update? I’m okay if I am, but I’m wondering if this was a difficult thing for others to post for reasons other than they went through a difficult time and are relieved to find support.

 

 

 

Filed Under: Evolution of Parenting, Highs & Lows

Dear Depression…

June 15, 2017 By Lindsay Gee

Dear Depression,

Well, hey there. I see you’re back. I hadn’t noticed you creep back into my life, but there you are. I’ve been feeling off for a few months now and rationalized it with nerves, exhaustion and yes, even allergies. But no. It’s you, isn’t it? You’re back. And you’re stronger this time.

Well, darkness. So. Am I.

We’ve been here. We’ve gone through this before. I didn’t think I’d have to see you again. Last time you were based on injury. But, I see it’s time for us to battle once again. 

It’s not okay, you know. What you do. It’s not okay. You’re a real asshole.

You’re a pitch black hole of loneliness, doubt, anxiety and sadness. But that’s not all you are. You’re anger, too. 

Oh depression, you have such strength, such power. But, I will control you now. Now that I recognize that you’ve seeped back into my body, taken over my heart, my soul. For me, you’re black blood that travels through my body at lightning speed, infecting and spreading your sorrow, anger and doubt so quickly it takes my breath away.

You’re not slow, you’re fast. You work quickly. You zing around my body controlling my thoughts, filling me with doubt and causing me to think irrational thoughts. Yes depression, you do that. You make me believe things that aren’t true. You fill my head with scenarios and feelings and so much anger I could scream.

And yes, while my brain understands what you’re doing. While I listen to person after person tell me I’m being ridiculous, well, Depression, you’re louder than those voices. And, for reasons I don’t understand, my head and stomach, well, they listen to you. They’re under your speedy and warped spell.

You make me sick. Literally. I shake, I cry, I rage and this hole in my stomach? It just won’t go away.

For me, you’re the darkest of dark holes. But it’s not a comforting hole for me. It’s nowhere I want to be. Now, I realize for some people you cause them to want to hunker down in your darkness, pull over the covers, make a nest and sleep for days, for weeks, for months. 

But for me, you make me want to do burpees and sprint and sweat in your darkness. I’m in the pit of your darkness running intervals and bouncing off your goddam walls. I’m so angry and sad and deflated and defeated. That’s your power.

These negative thoughts won’t stop. This hole in my stomach won’t close.

That’s your power.

You’re a menacing darkness with teeth that nash at my insecurities and take pieces of me every time I meet you. 

You’re unwelcome, you all-powerful asshole. And I will find a way through you once again.

You see, I have help. 

I have a community of people who support me, inspire me and believe in me. I have a family who hugs me, loves me, reaches for me. I have kids who brighten even my darkest days. So even though I’m sweating it out down in your deep darkness, when my kids are around their sunbeams reach me. It may look like the smallest of small beams of light, but I feel the light. It calls to me. It’s stronger than you.

So, fuck you. I’m gripping and clawing my way towards the light. No, I’m sprinting toward it. I will rely on physical activity to get me through this. And if that doesn’t work? If you’ve pulled me that much further down this time? I’m not afraid of the pills made to help people dig out of this. 

I won’t wear the badge of horror you want me to wear.

Sometimes you’re too strong and outside help is needed. And I’m at the place now where I realize reaching out for help isn’t a weakness. It’s a strength.

So, fuck you once again. I’m done with your darkness. I’m done making you believe I’m not good enough. I’m done being mad and angry and raging all the time, even if it’s only on the inside. I deserve better and I will find a way to get better.

I’m sure we’ll meet again. But know this…I will never give in completely to you. I am stronger than you. I will beat you time and time and time again. 

I know I don’t always realize you’re there right away, but when I do, my ugly, disgusting depression, I will fight and claw and dig your eyes out. I will fill you with joy and love and light and cover the dark hole you’ve made me struggle out of.

I will stand at the top of your dark tunnel down and dance to Dolly Parton on your grave. I will laugh and rejoice and celebrate the strength and control I have over my own body, heart and soul.

I’m not there just yet. But I will be. So prepare for the end. I’m about done feeling the way you make me feel. Help is on the way and I am beyond ready to reach for it.

Fuck you, you dark asshole. You’re unwanted here.

I’m ready for the light. 

Lindsay

 

Filed Under: A Word About Health & Fitness, Highs & Lows

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