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Krissy Mae Cagney

My photos almost never match my captions
🏔Adventure➳@on.the.rode
💪🏻Recovery➳@reps4recovery
🌲Nature➳@go.the.fuck.outside
🍍Health➳@blackironnutrition

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  • People will always look at my bare body and say it’s that it’s “too much”.
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That I “overdid it”.
That I “ruined a good thing”.
That I “look like newspaper”.
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Friendly reminder that my body is MY canvas.
MY art.
And I’m never looking for anyone’s opinion on how I choose to express myself—and my sexuality—through my body that is my art.
#thatswipetho
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    @krissymaecagney

    People will always look at my bare body and say it’s that it’s “too much”.
    -
    That I “overdid it”.
    That I “ruined a good thing”.
    That I “look like newspaper”.
    -
    Friendly reminder that my body is MY canvas.
    MY art.
    And I’m never looking for anyone’s opinion on how I choose to express myself—and my sexuality—through my body that is my art.
    #thatswipetho

  •  24,232  0  16 August, 2019
  • Calling @chlojonsson my “best friend” would be incredibly cheap.
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She’s actually the big sister I never knew I needed. Let me explain, as it’s her 40th birthday today & I’ve got some mush to say.
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Chlo entered my life for the first time via social media before I got sober in 2013. Soon after getting sober, she started messaging me on Facebook about it. I knew who she was because people mistook us for each other online regularly, but she quite honestly terrified me for a good bit. She’s one of like six people who I’ve ever been intimidated by.
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Then I actually met her for first time when she came to stay with me in NYC in early 2014 to model underwear (our lives are super normal). I was equally excited & scared to meet my eerily similar-to-me internet friend.
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Well we hit it the fuck off that week & the sisterhood was formed. Two years later, she relocated to Reno soon after I did, as I was understaffed. She needed a change of pace in life, packed up her shit, & drove 2800mi from Florida to Nevada to help me out with work.
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This bitch had no idea what she was getting herself into, as yer girl (me) was a bit of a mess in early 2016. Chlo arrived & basically said, “ummm excuse me but what exactly do you think you’re doing?”
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The honest answer was “I have no idea” but I think I said “its under control”. It blatantly was no such thing.
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So Chlo started making me step it up. And then made me keep doing that. Over & over. Because that’s what any good sister would do. I ended multiple toxic relationships, I pulled my head out of my ass with work, I grew up, so on.
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And I’m eternally grateful, as my quality of life has improved, thanks to her constant encouragement & support in both my personal & professional life.
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She has quite literally done everything for me.
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So when I say that Chlo really isn’t my best friend all at, but more like a wiser, older sister, now you know what I mean & why she’s so special to me.
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You don’t look 40, you vampire bitch. Happy birthday, I love you so much!!
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    @krissymaecagney

    Oía Santorini, Greece

    Calling @chlojonsson my “best friend” would be incredibly cheap.
    -
    She’s actually the big sister I never knew I needed. Let me explain, as it’s her 40th birthday today & I’ve got some mush to say.
    -
    Chlo entered my life for the first time via social media before I got sober in 2013. Soon after getting sober, she started messaging me on Facebook about it. I knew who she was because people mistook us for each other online regularly, but she quite honestly terrified me for a good bit. She’s one of like six people who I’ve ever been intimidated by.
    -
    Then I actually met her for first time when she came to stay with me in NYC in early 2014 to model underwear (our lives are super normal). I was equally excited & scared to meet my eerily similar-to-me internet friend.
    -
    Well we hit it the fuck off that week & the sisterhood was formed. Two years later, she relocated to Reno soon after I did, as I was understaffed. She needed a change of pace in life, packed up her shit, & drove 2800mi from Florida to Nevada to help me out with work.
    -
    This bitch had no idea what she was getting herself into, as yer girl (me) was a bit of a mess in early 2016. Chlo arrived & basically said, “ummm excuse me but what exactly do you think you’re doing?”
    -
    The honest answer was “I have no idea” but I think I said “its under control”. It blatantly was no such thing.
    -
    So Chlo started making me step it up. And then made me keep doing that. Over & over. Because that’s what any good sister would do. I ended multiple toxic relationships, I pulled my head out of my ass with work, I grew up, so on.
    -
    And I’m eternally grateful, as my quality of life has improved, thanks to her constant encouragement & support in both my personal & professional life.
    -
    She has quite literally done everything for me.
    -
    So when I say that Chlo really isn’t my best friend all at, but more like a wiser, older sister, now you know what I mean & why she’s so special to me.
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    You don’t look 40, you vampire bitch. Happy birthday, I love you so much!!

  •  10,567  0  10 August, 2019
  • Apparently people are triggered over my “I don’t make sponsored posts” bikini story😬.
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Let’s trigger some more people...
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I want to make it very clear that being a content creator—or “influencer” for a lack of a better word—is actually a very real job. If you disagree, I’m going to call you wrong. We now live in a world where social media can be a lucrative career. If that angers you, you’re either living in the past or envious.
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Now that everyone is triggered, let’s talk.
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If you’re newer here, I want to inform you that I was a “sponsored athlete” for a long time before the word “influencer” started getting thrown around. I partnered with brands I liked for product or money in exchange for content or promotion. I starting making close to $60k a year of extra [honest/transparent] income from being a part-time “influencer” on the side. That’s a job, yo.
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But then I started my own brand. And then another. Next thing I knew, I could no longer hold up my end of the deal to my sponsors & I stopped renewing contracts. It was the right thing to do by them & the next step for ME. Now I’m the one looking for influencers/athletes to work with. Which has been so rewarding to give back to the athletic community that supported me.
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So that’s why I stopped. But why do I point out that I don’t make sponsored posts?
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To get you to raise an eyebrow because there are too many people out there making them & not telling you. I see it everyday. It’s unauthentic & deceptive. That being said, I also point it out it to get these people to level up & be better.
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No one should be ashamed of how they make money, as long as its legal.
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So shout out to the creators/athletes/influences who are using their influence the right way. The honest, transparent way. These people have paved the way of making this into a career for a lot of creative people & I personally think it’s incredible...
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Even though I think the influencer bubble is going to burst fairly soon, which is why y’all “influencers” better start thinking about impact over influence.😘
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📸 @on.the.rode
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    @krissymaecagney

    Oía Santorini, Greece

    Apparently people are triggered over my “I don’t make sponsored posts” bikini story😬.
    -
    Let’s trigger some more people...
    -
    I want to make it very clear that being a content creator—or “influencer” for a lack of a better word—is actually a very real job. If you disagree, I’m going to call you wrong. We now live in a world where social media can be a lucrative career. If that angers you, you’re either living in the past or envious.
    -
    Now that everyone is triggered, let’s talk.
    -
    If you’re newer here, I want to inform you that I was a “sponsored athlete” for a long time before the word “influencer” started getting thrown around. I partnered with brands I liked for product or money in exchange for content or promotion. I starting making close to $60k a year of extra [honest/transparent] income from being a part-time “influencer” on the side. That’s a job, yo.
    -
    But then I started my own brand. And then another. Next thing I knew, I could no longer hold up my end of the deal to my sponsors & I stopped renewing contracts. It was the right thing to do by them & the next step for ME. Now I’m the one looking for influencers/athletes to work with. Which has been so rewarding to give back to the athletic community that supported me.
    -
    So that’s why I stopped. But why do I point out that I don’t make sponsored posts?
    -
    To get you to raise an eyebrow because there are too many people out there making them & not telling you. I see it everyday. It’s unauthentic & deceptive. That being said, I also point it out it to get these people to level up & be better.
    -
    No one should be ashamed of how they make money, as long as its legal.
    -
    So shout out to the creators/athletes/influences who are using their influence the right way. The honest, transparent way. These people have paved the way of making this into a career for a lot of creative people & I personally think it’s incredible...
    -
    Even though I think the influencer bubble is going to burst fairly soon, which is why y’all “influencers” better start thinking about impact over influence.😘
    -
    📸 @on.the.rode

  •  15,737  0  9 August, 2019
  • I took both pictures for my @BlackIronNutrition check in & almost only posted the first one with a caption about eating more.
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But that would be taking a big step back.
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A couple years ago, I wouldn’t have even bothered taking the relaxed, unposed picture of myself. Let alone let it see the light of day.
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Why?
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I’m not a naturally curvy chick by any means.
Something deeply valued by traditional beauty standards.
Society brainwashed me into hating my chapstick tube build.
So to look “more feminine”...
I created the illusion of curves by any means necessary.
I bought boobs (that I now want out).
I overtrained my glutes.
I contorted my body in photos.
I even altered photos in 2014.
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I have had to rewire the fuck out of myself for the sake of my own self worth.
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Truth be told, I feel bodacious AF in the first photo.
I can actually see the muscle I have worked hard to gain back.
I have hips & a waist.
And I think it’s ok to love myself in this “form”.
But it’s way more important to love myself in the second photo.
Which I truly do now.
And it feels good, mannnnn.
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There is no universal definition of femininity.
And sexiness doesn’t require an extreme hip-to-waist ratio.
As cheesy & cliche as this is...
The sexiest thing you can be is yer goofy ass self.
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N-E-WAYZ, hi, I’ve been eating more. I’ll share my nutrition check-in in my stories on my layover!
#hippopsandtoepoints
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    @krissymaecagney

    Reno-Tahoe International Airport

    I took both pictures for my @BlackIronNutrition check in & almost only posted the first one with a caption about eating more.
    -
    But that would be taking a big step back.
    -
    A couple years ago, I wouldn’t have even bothered taking the relaxed, unposed picture of myself. Let alone let it see the light of day.
    -
    Why?
    -
    I’m not a naturally curvy chick by any means.
    Something deeply valued by traditional beauty standards.
    Society brainwashed me into hating my chapstick tube build.
    So to look “more feminine”...
    I created the illusion of curves by any means necessary.
    I bought boobs (that I now want out).
    I overtrained my glutes.
    I contorted my body in photos.
    I even altered photos in 2014.
    -
    I have had to rewire the fuck out of myself for the sake of my own self worth.
    -
    Truth be told, I feel bodacious AF in the first photo.
    I can actually see the muscle I have worked hard to gain back.
    I have hips & a waist.
    And I think it’s ok to love myself in this “form”.
    But it’s way more important to love myself in the second photo.
    Which I truly do now.
    And it feels good, mannnnn.
    -
    There is no universal definition of femininity.
    And sexiness doesn’t require an extreme hip-to-waist ratio.
    As cheesy & cliche as this is...
    The sexiest thing you can be is yer goofy ass self.
    -
    N-E-WAYZ, hi, I’ve been eating more. I’ll share my nutrition check-in in my stories on my layover!
    #hippopsandtoepoints

  •  22,275  0  6 August, 2019
  • I had two Instagram accounts for years, as I didn’t feel this account was a space where I could be *all* of myself.
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So I (somewhat) neatly compartmentalized my life when it came to social media. Instead of being all of me in one place, I split my life in two.
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On here, I shared my various careers over the years. My personal training career, my athletic career, my coaching career, & eventually entrepreneurship. This also became my space to talk about mental health & addiction.
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This account became very purposeful to myself & others. With that came a lot of seriousness, heavy discussion, & the pressure to *always* post long, insightful captions.
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Now this could be all in my head... but I have always gathered that there isn’t much interest in the other important parts of my life: travel, doggos, house plants, & ESPECIALLY photography.
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So I put them on the smaller second account, more safely removed from judgement. I kinda hid a part of myself there.
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The barbell lifting, doughnut eating, real talk KMC & the world traveling, picture taking, crazy plant/dog lady Krissy Mae existed almost entirely separately on here for about seven years.
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Then my perfect husband also fell in love with photography early this year.
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And in April we converted my other account into a space to share our combined work. Doing that was one of the best decisions we have made, as we now get to co-collab on our art to inspire adventure.
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But it has also meant getting over my fear of sharing more HERE the last few months, as I don’t have a smaller space to “hide” part of myself anymore.
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So now you’re starting to get all of me, albeit slowly.
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I have written & deleted more captions than I can count in the last few months… but I have also shared Keaton & my plants in my stories more than ever. I have deleted multiple posts in the last few months… but I have also answered more questions about travel & photography in my DMs than ever.
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Baby steps, y’all.
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It sure does feel liberating to be all of me in one place & share EVERYTHING that sets my soul on fire with you.
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📸 @on.the.rode
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    @krissymaecagney

    I had two Instagram accounts for years, as I didn’t feel this account was a space where I could be *all* of myself.
    -
    So I (somewhat) neatly compartmentalized my life when it came to social media. Instead of being all of me in one place, I split my life in two.
    -
    On here, I shared my various careers over the years. My personal training career, my athletic career, my coaching career, & eventually entrepreneurship. This also became my space to talk about mental health & addiction.
    -
    This account became very purposeful to myself & others. With that came a lot of seriousness, heavy discussion, & the pressure to *always* post long, insightful captions.
    -
    Now this could be all in my head... but I have always gathered that there isn’t much interest in the other important parts of my life: travel, doggos, house plants, & ESPECIALLY photography.
    -
    So I put them on the smaller second account, more safely removed from judgement. I kinda hid a part of myself there.
    -
    The barbell lifting, doughnut eating, real talk KMC & the world traveling, picture taking, crazy plant/dog lady Krissy Mae existed almost entirely separately on here for about seven years.
    -
    Then my perfect husband also fell in love with photography early this year.
    -
    And in April we converted my other account into a space to share our combined work. Doing that was one of the best decisions we have made, as we now get to co-collab on our art to inspire adventure.
    -
    But it has also meant getting over my fear of sharing more HERE the last few months, as I don’t have a smaller space to “hide” part of myself anymore.
    -
    So now you’re starting to get all of me, albeit slowly.
    -
    I have written & deleted more captions than I can count in the last few months… but I have also shared Keaton & my plants in my stories more than ever. I have deleted multiple posts in the last few months… but I have also answered more questions about travel & photography in my DMs than ever.
    -
    Baby steps, y’all.
    -
    It sure does feel liberating to be all of me in one place & share EVERYTHING that sets my soul on fire with you.
    -
    📸 @on.the.rode

  •  17,294  0  5 August, 2019
  • The day I rescued you,
You broke me.
On my way to get you,
I thought I knew what I was getting myself into.
I could handle the responsibility.
I’m a dog person.
With a lot of love to give.
I thought I was ready for you.
I was physically ready,
However not emotionally.
I was not ready to win the lottery.
The first time I held you,
I knew you were it.
I found a lil piece of my soul in you.
And I made the choice to be your mom.
One of the best moments of my life.
But also one of the most terrifying.
As it also meant accepting having to say goodbye to you one day.
Endure the ultimate heartbreak.
But I fell so in love with you,
That I signed up for my own worst nightmare down the road.
And while the day you leave me will be the worst day of my life,
The time I get with you will be worth every bit of that pain.
You are so much more than my pet.
You are both my baby and my best friend.
I promise to do everything in my power,
To continue to protect you.
To make sure your life is long & healthy.
As I literally can’t live without you,
All while knowing one day I will have to.
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If you are thinking about adopting a dog, do it. There is something about a rescue dog that makes life more worth it in so many ways.
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📸 @chrismstanton
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    @krissymaecagney

    Reno, Nevada

    The day I rescued you,
    You broke me.
    On my way to get you,
    I thought I knew what I was getting myself into.
    I could handle the responsibility.
    I’m a dog person.
    With a lot of love to give.
    I thought I was ready for you.
    I was physically ready,
    However not emotionally.
    I was not ready to win the lottery.
    The first time I held you,
    I knew you were it.
    I found a lil piece of my soul in you.
    And I made the choice to be your mom.
    One of the best moments of my life.
    But also one of the most terrifying.
    As it also meant accepting having to say goodbye to you one day.
    Endure the ultimate heartbreak.
    But I fell so in love with you,
    That I signed up for my own worst nightmare down the road.
    And while the day you leave me will be the worst day of my life,
    The time I get with you will be worth every bit of that pain.
    You are so much more than my pet.
    You are both my baby and my best friend.
    I promise to do everything in my power,
    To continue to protect you.
    To make sure your life is long & healthy.
    As I literally can’t live without you,
    All while knowing one day I will have to.
    -
    If you are thinking about adopting a dog, do it. There is something about a rescue dog that makes life more worth it in so many ways.
    -
    📸 @chrismstanton

  •  18,211  0  3 August, 2019
  • We were robbed while we were taking this picture. Our camera gear & laptops are gone.🤦🏼‍♀️
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We hopped out of the car for five minutes to snap this shot on our way into SF to get Ben an empty passport. The car was parked in our direct line of sight on the road, we left everything in it (including the dogs) as we could see it from where we were shooting about 30 feet away. Someone came up, smashed the back window in, swiped the backpacks, then took off quicker than we could realize what happened; especially since all we cared about in the moment were our doggies.
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Laptops, iPads, cameras, lenses... all gone. But the real stinger is that our memories are gone: SD cards, hard drives, Ben’s full passport, & my writing. Non-recoverable keepsakes were taken. They can’t be replaced like the gear eventually can be.
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I want to be angry right now, but I don’t have it in me. I can’t find any hate in my heart toward who did this. Not even one gram of bitterness. Zero.
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All I can find is love & compassion on so many levels. You see, I did a lot of bad shit when I was an active drug addict. When I was partaking in low behavior, it was due to my life being unbearably empty. And it makes me sad to know there are broken people out there who don’t have to be empty. People who don’t know they can change & have a clean, rewarding life. All I honestly want is to hug who did this & tell them this isn’t the way. Whoever robbed us simply needs our stuff more than we do right now for whatever reason. And I can’t get myself to be mad at them.
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This is going to financially derail us a bit & we won’t get our memories backs. But truth be told, I’m the winner here. I’m the one who turned it around, made a life for myself, & stopped being the bad person. I’ve worked so hard to be able to handle this type of shit like exactly like I am right now & it feels good. They couldn’t have robbed a better person.
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I hope they look me up & see my work. I hope they see that I help people who used to be like they are now. I hope it raises an eyebrow. I hope they start creating more options for themselves soon. A girl can hope, as that’s all a girl can do.
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    @krissymaecagney

    Treasure Island, San Francisco

    We were robbed while we were taking this picture. Our camera gear & laptops are gone.🤦🏼‍♀️
    -
    We hopped out of the car for five minutes to snap this shot on our way into SF to get Ben an empty passport. The car was parked in our direct line of sight on the road, we left everything in it (including the dogs) as we could see it from where we were shooting about 30 feet away. Someone came up, smashed the back window in, swiped the backpacks, then took off quicker than we could realize what happened; especially since all we cared about in the moment were our doggies.
    -
    Laptops, iPads, cameras, lenses... all gone. But the real stinger is that our memories are gone: SD cards, hard drives, Ben’s full passport, & my writing. Non-recoverable keepsakes were taken. They can’t be replaced like the gear eventually can be.
    -
    I want to be angry right now, but I don’t have it in me. I can’t find any hate in my heart toward who did this. Not even one gram of bitterness. Zero.
    -
    All I can find is love & compassion on so many levels. You see, I did a lot of bad shit when I was an active drug addict. When I was partaking in low behavior, it was due to my life being unbearably empty. And it makes me sad to know there are broken people out there who don’t have to be empty. People who don’t know they can change & have a clean, rewarding life. All I honestly want is to hug who did this & tell them this isn’t the way. Whoever robbed us simply needs our stuff more than we do right now for whatever reason. And I can’t get myself to be mad at them.
    -
    This is going to financially derail us a bit & we won’t get our memories backs. But truth be told, I’m the winner here. I’m the one who turned it around, made a life for myself, & stopped being the bad person. I’ve worked so hard to be able to handle this type of shit like exactly like I am right now & it feels good. They couldn’t have robbed a better person.
    -
    I hope they look me up & see my work. I hope they see that I help people who used to be like they are now. I hope it raises an eyebrow. I hope they start creating more options for themselves soon. A girl can hope, as that’s all a girl can do.

  •  15,185  0  29 July, 2019
  • I became my own nutrition client!!
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As you might have seen in my stories, I recently joined @blackironnutrition, acting as my own coach.
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Why? Because I need to take better care of myself when it comes to food. I’m still under eating. Like a lot. I have zero aesthetic goals right now, I really don’t care what I look like. I just want to feel like a machine, which means I have to start eating like one.
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I’ve slowly been working my calories up without tracking the last few months, but I’ve stalled & can feel it. As mentioned in my previous post, medication has helped my appetite. But in addition to anxiety killing my appetite, gastroparesis really did a number on me. Even though I’ve been on the other side of it for a year, I’m still dealing with a little food PTSD. A small part of me lives in fear that it’s going to come back which has absolutely affected my appetite.
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Long story short, food wasn’t my friend for a long time & we’ve been working on the relationship to get me eating more. As of right now, I’m still only consuming 1500ish calories a day. At least 1000 calories under what I need to be able to sustain the level of activity I’m approaching again. And to no one’s surprise, I’m feeling quite sluggish.
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I am someone who needs to track my food & habits in order to make nutritional change. I know I’ll continue to under eat if I’m not tracking to SEE it, thus I am going to use my own super awesome nutrition software to help myself out. Since my goals aren’t super specific I’m not weighing or measuring my food, just eyeballing things. Once I get my calories consistently back up to 2000, I’ll focus more on macros. One thing at a time.
-
It sure feels good not only to care about myself again, but to be in place where I can consistently do the work. Lesgo.
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    @krissymaecagney

    Reno, Nevada

    I became my own nutrition client!!
    -
    As you might have seen in my stories, I recently joined @blackironnutrition, acting as my own coach.
    -
    Why? Because I need to take better care of myself when it comes to food. I’m still under eating. Like a lot. I have zero aesthetic goals right now, I really don’t care what I look like. I just want to feel like a machine, which means I have to start eating like one.
    -
    I’ve slowly been working my calories up without tracking the last few months, but I’ve stalled & can feel it. As mentioned in my previous post, medication has helped my appetite. But in addition to anxiety killing my appetite, gastroparesis really did a number on me. Even though I’ve been on the other side of it for a year, I’m still dealing with a little food PTSD. A small part of me lives in fear that it’s going to come back which has absolutely affected my appetite.
    -
    Long story short, food wasn’t my friend for a long time & we’ve been working on the relationship to get me eating more. As of right now, I’m still only consuming 1500ish calories a day. At least 1000 calories under what I need to be able to sustain the level of activity I’m approaching again. And to no one’s surprise, I’m feeling quite sluggish.
    -
    I am someone who needs to track my food & habits in order to make nutritional change. I know I’ll continue to under eat if I’m not tracking to SEE it, thus I am going to use my own super awesome nutrition software to help myself out. Since my goals aren’t super specific I’m not weighing or measuring my food, just eyeballing things. Once I get my calories consistently back up to 2000, I’ll focus more on macros. One thing at a time.
    -
    It sure feels good not only to care about myself again, but to be in place where I can consistently do the work. Lesgo.

  •  18,138  0  26 July, 2019
  • I’ve been medicated for anxiety disorder for three months after a decade off.
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Pharmaceuticals terrify me, as I was addicted to multiple over the years prior to getting sober. I have spent the last ten years of my life fairly adamant about not “needing” medication anymore & seeking out alternatives. Lifting, writing, hiking, reading, gardening, cycling, & photography to name most.
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I thought that “succumbing” to medication meant that I failed at managing both my mental illnesses & my sobriety. That I wasn’t trying hard enough & that I was weak. I fought it hard, constantly loading myself up with hobbies—“alternatives”—to keep me distracted. But I couldn’t hobby it away.
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Then I was hospitalized for anxiety induced pseudoseizures. After talking to multiple doctors in various fields that week, I decided there is nothing wrong with medicating for mental illnesses, just as we medicate for physical ones. I started taking anxiety medication the day I walked out of there.
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And I feel fucking great...
I leave the house more
I put more effort into things
I keep things tidier
I procrastinate less
My appetite is back
My sleep is back
My “what if” brain has chilled
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Is my anxiety cured? Absolutely not. Medication is not a cure, but it’s also not a superficial bandage. It’s a tool to take the edge off, helping things feel very manageable... something things don’t always feel. I feel like I have a firm grasp on shit. If you suffer from anxiety disorder, you know the feeling I am talking about. It’s a good one.
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I don’t only feel good because I’m medicated & I have zero intention of being medicated forever. Being able to manage the symptoms has given me the space to work on myself more & slow down, which is why I feel so in control & balanced right now.
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I’m thankful that I’ve been given this space by all of you to openly discuss something I was afraid to talk about most of my life. For a long time, there was a social price to pay for being open about this shit. I’m glad that’s not the case anymore.
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I keep seeing people say anxiety is a “fad”, which is complete bullshit. Don’t let those comment deter you from talking openly if you want to.
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Be well.
KMC❤️
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    @krissymaecagney

    I’ve been medicated for anxiety disorder for three months after a decade off.
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    Pharmaceuticals terrify me, as I was addicted to multiple over the years prior to getting sober. I have spent the last ten years of my life fairly adamant about not “needing” medication anymore & seeking out alternatives. Lifting, writing, hiking, reading, gardening, cycling, & photography to name most.
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    I thought that “succumbing” to medication meant that I failed at managing both my mental illnesses & my sobriety. That I wasn’t trying hard enough & that I was weak. I fought it hard, constantly loading myself up with hobbies—“alternatives”—to keep me distracted. But I couldn’t hobby it away.
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    Then I was hospitalized for anxiety induced pseudoseizures. After talking to multiple doctors in various fields that week, I decided there is nothing wrong with medicating for mental illnesses, just as we medicate for physical ones. I started taking anxiety medication the day I walked out of there.
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    And I feel fucking great...
    I leave the house more
    I put more effort into things
    I keep things tidier
    I procrastinate less
    My appetite is back
    My sleep is back
    My “what if” brain has chilled
    -
    Is my anxiety cured? Absolutely not. Medication is not a cure, but it’s also not a superficial bandage. It’s a tool to take the edge off, helping things feel very manageable... something things don’t always feel. I feel like I have a firm grasp on shit. If you suffer from anxiety disorder, you know the feeling I am talking about. It’s a good one.
    -
    I don’t only feel good because I’m medicated & I have zero intention of being medicated forever. Being able to manage the symptoms has given me the space to work on myself more & slow down, which is why I feel so in control & balanced right now.
    -
    I’m thankful that I’ve been given this space by all of you to openly discuss something I was afraid to talk about most of my life. For a long time, there was a social price to pay for being open about this shit. I’m glad that’s not the case anymore.
    -
    I keep seeing people say anxiety is a “fad”, which is complete bullshit. Don’t let those comment deter you from talking openly if you want to.
    -
    Be well.
    KMC❤️

  •  24,720  0  19 July, 2019
  • “Unique”—used as a noun—is the embodiment of exclusive characteristics resulting in the only specimen of a given kind.
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There are A LOT of people on earth, but you & I are one of a kind. As fuck. Humans are an accumulation of our experiences, hobbies, routines, beliefs, fears, favorite things, idiosyncrasies, values, habits, & quirks. The result is you. The unique.
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I shy away from showcasing the above mentioned “little things”. I assume that people only want to hear about the big stuff; my businesses, sobriety, or Ben. So when my sweet friend @adeecazayoux tagged me to share “10 things you don’t know about me” I decided to get out of my comfort zone & share what makes ME “The Unique”.
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1️⃣ I am a mom to 54 house plants, most of which have the most random names.
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2️⃣ I named my dog—Keaton—after one of my childhood heroes: Michael Keaton.
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3️⃣ I must watch movies/tv with subtitles on. Literally have to.
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4️⃣ My alarm is Claude DeBussy’s Clair de lune & hearing it every morning is the best.
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5️⃣ I will only eat bananas if they are super green.
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6️⃣ Several of my tattoos are inspired by literature or poetry. On the opposite end, I have “That’s What She Said” tattooed on me.
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7️⃣ Ben & I have forgone home ownership for multiple years now in order to continue traveling the world.
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8️⃣ I hate the word “crotch” & I cringe every single time I hear or see it. Cringing now. It’s the only word that bothers me.
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9️⃣ I’m a sucker for “small pleasures”... little gratifying occurrences that get taken for granted. Opening a book for the first time & the spine cracking, pulling back the film off new elections, or having exact change.
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🔟 I don’t fuck with astrology AT ALL, so don’t ask me my sign. But I do fuck with personalty types. My personality type is INFP.
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If you made it all the way here, hi, thanks for learning more about meeeeeee. I love you!
  • @krissymaecagney Profile picture

    @krissymaecagney

    “Unique”—used as a noun—is the embodiment of exclusive characteristics resulting in the only specimen of a given kind.
    -
    There are A LOT of people on earth, but you & I are one of a kind. As fuck. Humans are an accumulation of our experiences, hobbies, routines, beliefs, fears, favorite things, idiosyncrasies, values, habits, & quirks. The result is you. The unique.
    -
    I shy away from showcasing the above mentioned “little things”. I assume that people only want to hear about the big stuff; my businesses, sobriety, or Ben. So when my sweet friend @adeecazayoux tagged me to share “10 things you don’t know about me” I decided to get out of my comfort zone & share what makes ME “The Unique”.
    -
    1️⃣ I am a mom to 54 house plants, most of which have the most random names.
    -
    2️⃣ I named my dog—Keaton—after one of my childhood heroes: Michael Keaton.
    -
    3️⃣ I must watch movies/tv with subtitles on. Literally have to.
    -
    4️⃣ My alarm is Claude DeBussy’s Clair de lune & hearing it every morning is the best.
    -
    5️⃣ I will only eat bananas if they are super green.
    -
    6️⃣ Several of my tattoos are inspired by literature or poetry. On the opposite end, I have “That’s What She Said” tattooed on me.
    -
    7️⃣ Ben & I have forgone home ownership for multiple years now in order to continue traveling the world.
    -
    8️⃣ I hate the word “crotch” & I cringe every single time I hear or see it. Cringing now. It’s the only word that bothers me.
    -
    9️⃣ I’m a sucker for “small pleasures”... little gratifying occurrences that get taken for granted. Opening a book for the first time & the spine cracking, pulling back the film off new elections, or having exact change.
    -
    🔟 I don’t fuck with astrology AT ALL, so don’t ask me my sign. But I do fuck with personalty types. My personality type is INFP.
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    If you made it all the way here, hi, thanks for learning more about meeeeeee. I love you!

  •  27,650  0  17 July, 2019