Hey there!
I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m no guru.
I’m no Anthony Robbins or Mel Robbins or any other kind of Robbins.
I’m pretty awesome. I know I am, deep down. But covering up all of my awesomeness is a pretty bad case of low self-esteem.
But I’m working on it. I’m trying to be a better person. My name is not Earl.
My name is Sharona Radovsky, and I like to write.
I was born to be a little bit philosopher, a little bit sociologist, a little psychologist, a little life coach, a lot anxious and a big bit writer. Actually, without writing, I am nothing.
Writing is everything for me. I know I’m not the best writer in the world, but nor am I the worst. I live in my head, and I become real when I take those words out of my head and read them back to myself.
I learn from myself when I write down my thoughts.
But enough with the deep talk, let’s do a little small talk.
How’s the weather? Kinda hot yeah.
Anyway, I’m from Australia, I own a clothing business (loooooong story, but I promise to go there sometime). I jumped into a new career in copywriting a few years ago because I love writing and figured I would never make any money as an author given the amount of competition in the industry, so I would at least try to make some bread and butter money by copywriting. It’s going pretty well. I love it actually. But I’m working on that too.
I’m a parent to two beautiful little girls who are the loves of my life. They are the best things I ever made, but don’t get me wrong, parenting is fucking hard!
I’m a wife to a husband who would kill me (NOT LITERALLY) if he knew I had wasted $120 on a website. Maybe that’s just my brain paraphrasing. He’s actually pretty supportive. But we did have an argument this morning that lead me to spending money on this blog so I can write my shit out.
I love the guy, but sometimes I really think I’m failing as a wife, and let’s face it, I am, but I am ok with that right now because what else can I be?
So why am I here?
I want to find my tribe.
At this stage, I have a business Facebook page with over 426,000 followers, but it’s a business page and I don’t feel like they really care about me, just the business persona (also, this could be my self esteem issues, but I’m working on that).
You see, my page is called Plus Sized. Yes, I am a fatty… Did you see that coming? The page is all about plus size fashion and all things plus sized, but the thing about me is that I am more than just my size and any time I try to post something from outside of the plus size world, it doesn’t go anywhere.
We’ve had some viral posts go out to 40 million+ people world-wide. But when I post something else that I give a shit about, it bombs. So fuck the algorithms, fuck popular opinion. I’m going to write some unpopular stuff that fails and I’m going to have fun doing it.
Some people look at me and just see a fat chick who hasn’t got it handled. And though that may be true too, I have many more dimensions to me. If you’re lucky, I’ll show you some of them.
This blog is me outing myself as a loud-mouthed, opinionated writer who can pretty much write something on any topic in any voice, but this blog is the one where I am going to be genuinely me, or at least discover what the fuck that even means.
Wouldn’t it be amazing to live your true self and be accepted by others? I mean, I’ve been wanting to be a public speaker since I was 16 and I read Dale Carnegie’s ‘How to Win Friends and Influence People.’
But my mum was like ‘how can you be a motivational speaker when you haven’t even lived?’ So I kinda just hid myself, waiting to emerge from the chrysalis a beautiful butterfly.
But that never really happened and this insta-world appeared from no-where and all of a sudden people were totally cool showing off their bikini bods and owning their curves and I was still hiding away from the camera, too shy and too self-hating to show people what I looked like. Maybe one day that will change. But for now, you get head shots only.
But I mean, this blog is about failure, so I have to be ok with it failing. I have to be ok if not even one person reads it. I have to be ok with never reaching my full potential, never becoming a speaker or successful author.
Even if this is all for me, and the only person I help is myself, I will be ok with that. The rest is cream.