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Emily Nolan
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Model and owner of My Kind of Life, a kind lifestyle blog.
Model and owner of My Kind of Life, a kind lifestyle blog.

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"Going back to how Emily was, before she ever thought she wasn't enough."

#beprettybrave

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Honestly, when I go, I want a day of indulgence to remember my legacy, too. A holy, one day vacation from lent. But, as the old adage goes, give an inch, and they’ll take a mile, St Patrick. I say the same thing about my husband when I let him stray for lunch and he finds Woo Hop and their endless dumpling creations. So, please, Patty, know that I commiserate with you on your very special day. Let’s just go with the flow.
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When I started choosing “feel good” over “look good,” the sun started to rise in my heart. I started loving my choices and feeling great because of them.
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Thank you Seventeen mag!!! <3
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Go-to soup guide for the perfect winter immunity boost and detox to keep the flu and cold at bay
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Our go-to soup guide for the perfect winter immunity boost and detox to keep the flu and cold at bay. Taking care of your body is an important part of self-love: Take care of it and it will take care of you.
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"I don’t want to read anymore articles about new fad diets–what I should and shouldn’t eat. I want to be a guest to Mother Earth. Eat what God’s given me and not worry about having an expensive protein powder in my shake every morning. And should my stomach go soft without a high protein diet accompanied by mindless hours in the gym, so what. I shall celebrate, because I’ll have lived."
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I don’t think cavemen sat around talking about the difference between rice and quinoa. I’m sure they had bigger fish to fry. Like feeling moments. Like indulging when the family’s together–maybe drinking an extra glass of wine and dancing through the night with their best friends. I doubt our ancestors woke up and said, “Man! That was so inflammatory.” They probably woke up and said, “What a memory. Now let’s go eat what we can find.”
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"I was okay with my family not knowing what projects I was working on, because the shame associated with honesty is so much easier to swallow when you’re speaking with people you’ve only just met."
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