late dinner after gym. Sheep brain and beef liver #keto#ketogenic#carnivore#vegan#nutrition#gym#beef#liver#meat#eat#live#natural#lol#organic#grassfed#raw#rawbutter#fat#breakfast#brain#brainfood#health#healing#food#foodporn#primal#lamb#rawmeat#healthyfood#rawfood
Today was another day that kalaia completely blew my mind!!!! 😍😍😍 I AM NOT MAKING ANY MEDICAL CLAIMS. I have a problem with cold sores (especially this time of the year). Nothing helped me. Not abreeva, not expensive creams or pills that the doctor would prescribe me. Once I feel the itch..then it’s too late.. it becomes a big sore and lasts for about 2 weeks and then a couple more before the redness where the sore was goes away. Well... today I felt an itch and I was so upset.. Especially I didn’t want to have a big cold sore for the coming up photoshoot. So I grabbed my kalaia serum and applied it to the itching/hurting sore you see in the before picture. In less than a minute the itching/hurting was completely gone!!! And about half an hour later the sore was COMPLETELY GONE!!! And I waited a couple of hours or so to make sure it wouldn’t come back and nope! This is all from today! I’m soooo happy!!!! COLD SORE GONE!!!!!
Sjo...I don’t even know where to start this post. This was a very emotional thing I did. For a few reasons. 1. After undergoing no less than three heart surgeries this year I decided to apply #yolo and #carpediem 2. This was my 30th birthday present to myself - and even though I’m not all that set on age, 30 hit me a bit harder than expected. 3. Okay - here’s the raw biggest one. I am CRAZY INCOMPARABLY BORDERING ON INSANE INSECURE. Body dysmorphia. Anorexia. Self-mutilation. I have done it all. I know what it’s like to not believe anyone who tells you you’re absolutely stunning. And I know how it feels to want to change everything about myself. I compare myself to girls on social media. So there I was - the Sunday morning having a near nervous breakdown about not feeling “good enough” to do this shoot. Am I mutton trying to be lamb? Am I trying to be something/someone I’m not? And then I spoke to @carmen_crous (who did my amazing make-up) and she reminded me that no one is who they post to be. We’re not going to put our failures on display for the whole world. We filter. We edit. We put our highlight reel on and sell it as our reality to other people who end up feeling bad about themselves because comparison is the thief of joy and a brutal attack on one’s self. So I learnt that I am not a model. Even though @sean.levitt.photographer brings out the best in you and feels like an older brother who really believes in you (even though I’m like 207 years older than him). I learnt that I need to celebrate who I am and what I have been through. These feet have been through pointe shoes and hours on Loftus and Ellis Park. This body has carried me for 30 years, borne a son - all under immense stress. It pulled through even when I didn’t treat it well. So here I am confessing that I am not a model, I am your girl next door celebrating what makes me me. And in the midst of everything we are not, we need to see and celebrate everything we are.