From Indoorsy City Girl To Midly Feral Forest Princess
🫣 Plot twist: I did not come out of the womb wearing hiking boots. I came out screaming, terrified of bugs, wind, dirt, and incline greater than 4%.
I shat myself on my first hike. I cried on my second. And third. I panic-attacked on my fourth. 💩
🏔️ Now I’m the girl who hikes for fun, pees in the woods (with supervision), and cries on summits out of pure joy.
Becoming outdoorsy didn’t happen overnight. It happened over years. Of crawling. Literally crawling. Across trails, over rocks, through my fear, with the emotional support of women who never once made fun of me for panic-sweating while trying to pee behind a tree. 👯♀️👯♀️
💕 To Amanda, Zoe, and Dasha: thank you for turning me into the kind of girl who packs extra headlamps just in case. Who hikes scared. Who rides horses (while sobbing). Who faces down grizzlies (emotionally, not literally). And who screams “I’M A WARRIOR” while crawling across flat ground. @dashaslens @amandaaaron17 @phipz_23
If you’ve ever felt like the outdoors wasn’t “for people like you,” I hope this post reminds you: 💛 You’re never too old to start. 💚 You’re allowed to be scared. 🧡 And you absolutely belong here.
Do it scared. Do it messy. Do it in full meltdown mode. Just do it anyway. 🥰
