Chrissy is strong and outstanding woman. As usual, I never heard about her before her book, since I am rarely watching anything. I was very happy to find out who she is, reading about her past, and her rising to be a successful person, in a larger size than our media embraces.
As she is saying: You are enough! You can be successful, and you are awesome, you can fly, being yourself. Our true happiness is inside of us. Like me, everything you need to fly—to soar—has been inside you all along. Just as you are, you’re enough.
In the book she explains that it isn’t about getting taller, skinnier, richer, or more successful. It’s about loving yourself and realizing that we are all great, as we are.
Chrissy is so brave and share her painful childhood, and the adults that surrounded her. She was insulted and put-down. Her happiness was food, and she had to hide her eating. Rebecca joked about putting a lock on the refrigerator door. We had lived with a lack of food in the house for so long that when it was there, I felt like I had to eat it before it disappeared again. I discovered that food gave me a comfort like nothing since Grams made those grilled cheese sandwiches for me. Food was something to look forward to. My only happiness. I was constantly nitpicked about anything I did, but I couldn’t let Trigger ruin this for me. And so, I began to hide my eating. I’d get up in the middle of the night and eat. I’d sneak food from the kitchen to eat in the bathroom. I meet people who say, “Oh, I felt so bad that I ate a dozen bagels.” That’s never been my problem. It wasn’t that I ate a lot, it was what I ate. Cookies, chips. Things I could eat as fast as possible to avoid detection. Things that would give me the brief bliss of numbness, and take my mind off what was going on around me
And she was abused and beaten: I DON’T REMEMBER WHY TRIGGER HIT ME THE FIRST TIME. I KNOW HE thought I’d had it coming for a while. I bet I was too loud putting away the dishes. Or I didn’t put his Coca-Cola in the fridge and he wanted a cold Coke. That would usually do it. He never punched my face. Just my body, the thing that offended him so much. He shoved me, slapped me, punched my arm, and yanked my wrist. He would hit me if he thought I looked at him wrong. Whether there was a warning depended on the situation. Like if I didn’t say, “Yes, sir.” “You did the driveway?” he’d ask. “Yeah.” He’d be up and towering over me in a second, slapping my arm as if he were trying to revive a dead person. And then he’d grip where he’d hit. “What’s that?” he’d yell. “Yes, sir.” He’d squeeze harder. “I didn’t hear you.” “Yes, sir.” But mostly he hit me over things he imagined I did. I remember being on the kitchen floor after he knocked me over, and I was literally begging to know what it was that I did. He just shoved me hard with his foot. I convinced myself that my mom simply didn’t know what was happening, or just how miserable I was. I believed that if she could see the abuse, she would stop it. Then Trigger went ballistic on Morgana over something while my mom was in the house. She stopped him, insisting, “You will not do to those girls what you do to Chrissy.”
It is so sad that she was a child that were afraid of adults, that was neglected, abused and was not protected.
I can empathize with Chrissy. Your experiences make you who you are, and the tough ones build you the best (if they don't break you, which unfortunately is more common at a young age). Chrissy is everything she came over, and she is amazing. She is also an unbelievably forgiving person, and has such a large heart. I have come to terms with my feelings about Trigger. He wrote me a letter when I first moved to LA that I have kept with me for more than thirteen years. “I just want you to know,” he wrote, “that you do things I never thought I would see you do. You are so much more courageous than I’ve been in my whole life.” He talked about being hard on me, and he said he was sorry. And he said he loved me. That’s all I have ever wanted him to say. It’s heartbreaking, but it’s also why I am so sure everyone is put in our lives for a reason. I would not be who I am without all that I went through. I have had to grow to understand that I owe Trigger so much for doing what my biological father never did for me, and still acknowledge that he tormented me. It was Trigger who kept a roof over my head. It was Trigger who taught me how to drive and Trigger who took me to the driver’s test. And he also made my life such hell that now, I feel nothing can break me.
I loved the parts when she talked about working with kids, and how their rules are important for us adults (maybe even more than for the kids). It starts with "Be a Good Friend", give them a turn, invite someone that you don't know to talk or play at the playground and not use the approach of guilty-until-proven-innocent to people. We miss a lot of awesome people if we make them prove their worth to us before opening up. If we all accepted newcomers to our lives and then got to decide if they live up to our openhearted expectation. There are other great ones, like "Do Your Best Work" and "Use Your Listening Ears"
So I'll end up with Chrissy's call to never give up. "You just never know when it’s going to click for you. If you’re having hard times right now, whatever shimmy trick you have to do to keep going, take a mental picture. I want you to look back on this part of your life and thank yourself for not giving up." Everything we go through can lead to great things, even when it is really tough. We need to believe in ourselves and know that we can fly or learn to fly. 4 stars. Go Chrissy!