10/18/2026
✨ You know what’s SO HARD? ✨
Being BIG! 😂🧡
Big hair. Big personality. Big mouth. Big dreams. Big heart. Big chest. Big b***y.
All packed into a 5-foot-2-and-a-half-inch package!
And YES, that half inch counts!
Apparently, God was working with limited square footage and decided to install every available upgrade.
FULLY LOADED. NO ADDITIONAL STORAGE AVAILABLE. 😂
And let me tell you, being BIG comes with some pretty hilarious challenges.
For example…
Someone offers to buy me a T-shirt.
“Shannon, what size do you wear?”
“Large, thank you!”
Simple question. Simple answer.
They return with an EXTRA LARGE.
“Why did you get me an extra large?”
“Well, you know… your chest is so big. We wanted to make sure it would fit.”
EXCUSE ME?! 😂
Did my b***s just override my ability to know what size shirt I wear?!
I said LARGE.
Not large-ish.
Not large unless you think my chest requires its own ZIP code.
LARGE.
Apparently, my b***s have been promoted to Director of Wardrobe Decisions, and nobody bothered to tell me. 😂
And THAT, my friends, is exactly what I’m talking about.
Sometimes people get so distracted by the packaging that they forget there’s an actual PERSON inside.
The orange hair.
The leopard print.
The curves.
The laughter.
The energy.
The BIG personality.
And somewhere in all that EXTRA, people start making assumptions.
She’s funny.
She’s loud.
She’s entertaining.
She’s the fun one.
But is she smart?
Oh, honey.
There’s a whole lot of brain behind these b***s. 😂
Think about your favorite comedian.
You love them because they make you laugh.
But would they be the first person you’d ask for serious advice?
Maybe not.
We have a funny habit of putting people into categories.
The smart one.
The serious one.
The professional one.
The fun one.
And apparently, once you’re the fun one, you’re supposed to stay in your lane and keep everybody entertained.
Well, I have news for you.
This clown has credentials. 🤡😂
I’ve helped raise millions of dollars for local nonprofits.
I’ve participated in national public relations campaigns.
I have a master’s degree, two bachelor’s degrees, graduated at the top of my class, and earned academic honors throughout high school and college.
I received the Ford Opportunity Scholarship.
I’ve been awarded trophies in national competitions in parliamentary debate and after-dinner speaking.
I’ve been invited to speak at colleges and help train first responders on responding to mental health crises.
And I can do all of that while wearing leopard print and making people laugh.
MULTITASKING, PEOPLE. 😂
But there’s another kind of intelligence that doesn’t come with a diploma.
The kind you earn surviving things that were supposed to destroy you.
I’ve been knocked down by life more than once.
And every time, somehow, I’ve gotten back up.
It takes moxie.
It takes savvy.
It takes strategy.
And occasionally, it takes looking life straight in the face, giving it the finger, and saying:
NOT TODAY, SATAN! 🔥😂
Like a phoenix, I rose.
A little singed.
With bigger hair.
But I ROSE.
And somewhere along the way, I made a decision.
I wasn’t going to let everything that hurt me turn me into someone who hurt other people.
I know what it feels like to be overlooked.
To feel small.
To not be heard.
To not feel valued.
So I became someone who notices.
I remember faces.
I make introductions.
I celebrate people.
I try to make everyone feel welcome, important, and appreciated.
Because I know what it feels like when nobody does.
And here’s something about those of us with BIG personalities.
Sometimes we need somebody to notice US.
Not because we need attention.
Not because we need someone to match our energy.
GOOD LORD, can you imagine TWO of me in the same room?!
We’d need a permit and possibly a fire marshal. 😂
But sometimes a little acknowledgment goes a long way.
Ask how we’re doing.
Remember something important to us.
Invite us.
Include us.
Ask our opinion about something serious.
Listen when we answer.
And yes, I have wonderful people in my life who do exactly that. I’m grateful for every one of them.
But I know there are plenty of other fun ones out there who wish people would see beyond the laughter.
We don’t always need someone to shine as brightly as we do. Sometimes we just need someone to notice our light.
Being joyful doesn’t mean life has been easy.
Being funny doesn’t mean you’re foolish.
Being outgoing doesn’t mean you’re shallow.
Being kind doesn’t mean you’re weak.
And being BIG doesn’t mean there’s no room for intelligence, vulnerability, or depth.
With all the anger, negativity, and ugliness in the world right now, I refuse to apologize for bringing joy into it.
Happiness is created. Joy is created.
And if I can make somebody feel a little better simply by being myself?
You better believe I’m going to do it.
So here’s my challenge.
Notice the fun one.
Listen to the loud one.
Ask the silly one for their opinion.
Check on the person who always checks on everybody else.
And for the love of all things leopard print…
IF A WOMAN TELLS YOU SHE WEARS A LARGE, BUY THE LARGE! 😂
As for me?
I’m keeping the hair.
The curves.
The sass.
The laughter.
The big dreams.
And every last bit of my BIG personality.
Because I worked too hard to become this woman to start making myself smaller now.
I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.
I’m a double shot of wh***ey in a leopard-print glass. 🥃🐆😂
And if that’s too much?
Well, honey, I’m not watering it down.
CREATE THE JOY. BE THE JOY. BE THE DIFFERENCE.
We are better together. 🧡
