Revealing a dirty little secret about myself that will solidify the fact that, when it comes down to it, I’m pretty much a horrible person. Here she goes. You know when you hear people talk about someone they like–someone they REALLY like and think is amazing and wonderful and hilarious and all that stuff? Well, when I don’t know that person, and hear people gush about them over and over and over again, I have a tendency to not like them. Even though I don’t know who they are. I mentally think that there MUST be something wrong with this person that my friends just don’t see. Something that only me, being a perfect judge of character, could discover and soon reveal to the masses.
Prior to even knowing who she was, I declared Meg as this person.
You see a few years back, my friends decided to do a night out that started with a Pilates class (which was the first strike for me, a girl who hates to exercise) and they allllllll kept saying that they had to take class with Meg because she’s so wonderful and funny and good at her job at yada yada yada. At the time, I had no idea who Meg was. She could have been standing next to me and I wouldn’t have known any different–but I thought to myself that there was no way I’d like this girl who was the reason I had to go to pilates class on my night out instead of eat buffalo chicken sliders and throw back a few drinks. Begrudgingly, I signed up for the class. I thought I’d get to size her up real good, but I couldn’t pay much attention to Meg at all because I was concentrating so hard on not dying during her class. Which was the first piece of evidence that proved my friends right–this girl kicked a$% at teaching pilates. And I swear I’m not just saying that as someone who hadn’t taken a class in years. She was goooood…she explained how our bodies worked and how we could help ourselves get stronger, all while cracking jokes and making something so hard feel much easier. So a few days later, I did what any mature 30-something would do and dove deep into her IG account looking for some big red flag I’d find about her–but I quickly realized that this Meg-girl WAS everything that my friends had talked her up to be and more. In fact, I actually think that Meg may just be my spirit animal and I knew the moment she announced that she can go weeks without a single hair wash (#goals) that I was going to like this chick–because washing your hair is the single most overrated personal hygiene task there is and I’ve been advocating for less hair washing for years. Meg also has the most amazing taste as you’ll see in her photos, is HILARIOUS, doesn’t take life too seriously, and kicks booty at balancing motherhood with her own business. (And I just have to add here that whenever I go and “like” a celebrity post on IG and see that @Meg_Thrivebody loved it too, it makes me giggle.) She is living her dream and crushing it as she goes and, of course, I admire her so much for that. Meg also has a passion for healthy eating & has inspired this fried-food-loving, candy-binge-eating-girl to rethink what she’s putting in her body. She’s created recipes and shopping lists that have been the single driving force to getting me to eat healthier which is an honor that I hope she doesn’t take lightly. Crap, Meg, you’ve totally changed my life!
Getting to photograph Meg, her sweet little girl, Marlowe, husband, Matt and newest addition, Mackenzie “Kenzie” made my day. They are such a sweet family–full of happiness–and it was so great to see them just love on one another. And I just kept thinking how lucky these little girls are to have such a role model as a mama.
So here she is, the girl who made me eat my words (and vegetables!), and her adorable little family. I couldn’t have loved this session more.
This is what Kenzie did the entire session. Zzzzzzz.
Stinking adorable.
Meg, I know I haven’t known you for long, but I absolutely love who you are. Those girls—and all the girls (and guys!) of Charlestown (and beyond!) are lucky to have you. Keep doing your thing because you are inspiring so many!
