Gonna Run #LikeAGirl because #ThisGirlCan!!

There’s a new sheriff in town and she’s called GIRL POWER!!

Unless you live under a rock, you’ve probably seen the Always “#LikeAGirl ad from the Superbowl this Sunday. It’s taken off like gangbusters all over the internet. I. Love. It. It’s message is to take back the negativity once associated with doing anything “like a girl” and redefine it in the truth that it is. Doing ANYTHING like a girl is an AMAZING thing. It’s a STRONG thing. IT’S A GIRL THING!

The BBC recently put out a video with a similar message. Their “This Girl Can” campaign video was designed to encourage all women of ALL shapes and sizes to get out and get moving. I absolutely love this campaign too. It shows amazing, powerful, REAL women working out and sweating like warriors. The message here is to quit worrying about what you look like and go do what you love. Run, walk, swim, dance. If I jiggle while I do it? So f’ing what! My jiggling skin, fat, and muscles mean I am moving. I am strong. I am fast. I am fit.

I too have fallen victim to both of these issues. I’ve forgone wearing a particular pair of running shorts because my thighs jiggled too much in them. I’ve shied away from swimming at the pool because I was too self conscious about my body in my swim suit. I’ve made excuses for not joining in on the softball team because I think I throw “like a girl”.

We have GOT TO STOP! Stop the negativity. Stop the self-sabotage. We need to be proud of our accomplishments!!

Years ago (2005 I believe) Nike ran an ad series praising the various parts of a woman’s body that we tend to pick apart: thunder thighs, big hips, broad shoulders, knobby knees, big booties. This ad has stuck with me all those years. It resonated with me. It has reminded me time and time again that it’s OK not to fit into popular media’s ideal of what an athletic woman should look like. We are magnificent just the way we are. Jiggly, muscular, fat, skinny, tall, short, gangly, bubble, broad, wide, slow, fast…it just does not matter. What matters is one word. Strong. We are so, very, strong.


I have big hips. They helped me give birth to two beautiful children. I have thunder thighs. They got me across the finish line for four marathons and 20+ half marathons. I have broad shoulders. They allow me to push a double stroller while I’m running and then pick up both kids for hugs and kisses.

I love my body. I love my strong body. This girl will continue to love her body and all it has allowed her to do. This girl will continue to run like a girl, throw like a girl, dance like a girl, laugh like a girl and live like a girl. Because THIS GIRL CAN!