Christella

Got told today that I have 24 books sold out of my 50 goal for pre-order!! It sounds like a small number but it means the world to me knowing that people want to read my words! Here’s the link if you haven’t pre-ordered your copy yet and would like to thank you thank you thank you mckaylacross.com

did a little chat on my Instagram about being at your best vs. being the best https://www.instagram.com/tv/CLqXY1op0Ml/

Friends! Pre-order for my book is here I’ve poured hours of my time into creating this piece for you and I hope that you love and cherish it just as much as I do. Thank you for the support! ... http://mckaylacross.com

Dropped my love off for his first rotation of his job. 21 on and 7 off was our last option but we are so blessed that he has the opportunity to work and the chance to see each other, even if it’s only 7 days/month. Lots of change is happening this week. Dawson leaves, I end my full week time with my nanny kiddo, I start my new job next week, & need to pass an incredibly difficult insurance level 1 exam to solidify my place in the company. Change is not easy for me and my he...art is extremely heavy despite the blessings. If you think of me through the next little while, send me an encouraging text, a coffee, a letter, a Bible verse - anything to get me through. This next month is very transitionary and my wing 1 hates all the unknowns Thanks all

Pre-sale for my poetry book starts February 1st! The launch date is April 14th. I’m so excited for people around the world to get their hands on something I have worked so hard on. Keep an eye out for updates, giveaways, and more

I hate myself. Every little thing about me makes me feel repulsed and want to punch every mirror that I see my reflection in. From the scars on my face to the scars on my arms to the rolls on my back to my thunder thighs to my cellulite to my stretch marks. Everything about me makes me want to crawl out of myself. My mind is so distorted from being told when I was younger that I was fat and that I needed to lose weight. I played sports all year round and now I suffer with te...ndinitis in both knees because of pushing myself so hard. I tried to do what everybody was telling me to do. Exercise, lose weight. Exercise, lose weight. Now I avoid looking at myself in the mirror knowing that if I really take the time to look at myself, all I will see is what I have been told to do, who I have been told I am, & what society is telling me to do about it. I’ve battled a silent ED for more years than anybody knows. I don’t have an appetite. When I do I either binge-eat everything or eat half of what I normally would and pronounce myself as full. Or I won’t eat for days because I have made food the enemy. I’m genuinely just not hungry. I want to fall back in love with myself. I want to be able to look in a mirror and not want to cry. I want to be able to try on clothes in stores and not be disgusted by how it looks on me. I want to be proud that my body has brought me through 20 years of living and it will continue to do so until God calls me home. 2021 is the year I want to love who I am for all that I am. So here’s to day 1 of that promise to myself and being open about where I’m at.

you know that feeling when you get all bundled up, grab a tims coffee, and go for a walk. you go to a park or stroll through the city and all you focus on is the chatter around you, the snow crunching beneath your feet...the fog roaming around the tall buildings and the frost tips on the trees. then you pause, take a sip of your coffee, and you close your eyes. all you can see is this beautiful image that has been created by curating everything that you’ve seen and heard. and... a smile just like...touches your lips as your hair whips gently around your face because it’s pushed around by the cool breeze. I think that’s what being alive feels like. and we’re so used to just surviving that we don’t even know what it is like to just. be. alive. because I feel like surviving is going on a walk through the city and not even knowing how you got to your favourite coffee shop, sitting in your favourite seat at your favourite table drinking your favourite drink. and you realize, you don’t remember anything about the journey. you don’t remember because you’re just surviving. it’s routine and it’s habit. when did the magic of being alive die for you?

my mental health has been struggling a lot recently. with tonight’s restrictions it heightened my anxieties and my fears. the what if’s are overwhelming. I feel like I’ve been in survival mode since the start of this pandemic, and now I’m barely surviving in that mode. I just want to say this: if our souls are prospering, we have the strength to live in a different way. ... where is your soul at tonight? some crisis hotlines (780) 424-2424, 1 (877) 303-2642, (403) 266-4357 you are not alone. we’re in this together.

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