My mom had to come to the school to sign a paper saying I could drop out - apparently you can’t drop out on your own unless you’re 16 or older.
School always felt like a prison to me.
Being forced to learn about a bunch of shit I’d never use.
What the fuck do I care about geometry?
Oh you’re gonna teach me how to play basketball in gym class?
Build a wooden bird house in the shop room?
Cool, thanks. Never gonna use any of that.
I have no desire to be an architect, or a carpenter, and my short AF self sure as shit ain’t gonna be a basketball star.
So nah, hard pass.
Quit school, went to work at a coffee shop to make money.
Making money has always been my passion - been a hustler since I was a kid having daily yard sales in the summer.
But it’s never been about the money on its own for me. It’s been about the freedom.
The freedom to say “no” when I want to say no.
The freedom to say “yes” when I want to say yes.
Having so much money that I could be, do, have and experience ANYTHING that I wanted to.
I worked at the coffee shop for years, eventually getting to the point where I would run the whole damn place on the overnight shift, serving the drunks that came in for a coffee after hours at the bar next door.
After being treated like shit from enough people (seriously, who do you think you are coming at me for the price of coffee increasing? It wasn’t my choice, asshole) - I left.
I didn’t have another job lined up.
But I didn’t care. Because when my gut tells me to take a risk (like quit your job when you don’t have a back-up), I listen.
Found another job soon after. Sold watches and scarves at a mall kiosk. Ran the damn show there, too. (What can I say… I’ve always had that BOSS energy!)
Started up as an adult model when I was 18.
Made money selling naked pics and videos on the internet.
Had some people try to use this information to shame me. All it did was make me laugh.
I’m proud of this work.
I fucking LOVE the porn industry and am grateful to have been a part of it. I still think about going back.
(The majority of the people I met in the adult industry are some of the most real, genuine people I’ve ever met - unlike the majority of these fake bitches you see online today, flaunting their “perfect” lifestyle - and never sharing their “shit”).
Ran a successful adult business for years.
Eventually transitioned to a photographer and shot amateur porn.
Made a fuckload of money doing that. Had so much fun. Learned a ton.
Started a couponing / frugal living blog because I needed a new creative outlet.
Turned that blog into one of the top blogs in Canada.
Made 6-figures a year, and hustled my fucking ass off to get there.
Worked early mornings. Late nights. And all through the days, most times.
Hard work PAYS.
Got featured on the news, in magazines, the newspaper.. And all over the damn place.
Sold that business because I got bored.
Started coaching on business after so many people were asking me how I made money working online.
And now I get paid to talk about what I love more than anything - creating freedom.
I am hugely passionate about showing women how to give the middle finger to mediocrity and sacrifice and about helping them build a life they are wildly obsessed with.
Some people tell me I’m too aggressive when I show up online.
They say I should “tone it down” a bit.
That I swear too much.
That I call people out too much (because oh no - shit might hit the fan if I mention that the coach you’ve been following for years, bragging about her multi-million dollar business and how amazing it is, is actually DEPRESSED and hating her business because she has to work 24/7 to serve all the clients she has, in order to MAKE those millions).
People tell me that I shouldn’t talk about money so much.
That I should mind my own business.
That I shouldn’t pressure people to stop being so fucking SCARED and to just go for their dreams already, you fucking whiner.
But..
I tend to disagree with most people.
Because in the end, over these 15+ years of LESSONS and EXPERIENCES, I’ve learned a few very important things:
Your story matters.
People like real people, not perfect people.
Most people don’t have what it takes to be successful.
Being yourself is the easiest.
I get hate mail almost daily.
Someone making fun of something I did in my past (the shit I’m proud of, so… okay…. LOL).
Someone telling me I need to respect the opinions of others and not be so “in your face” about mine.
Someone making it clear that I should spend more time on my appearance, because showing up on video looking “sloppy” isn’t professional.
Someone telling me how unhappy they are that I used the word “fuck” in an email.
It would be easy for me to just walk away.
It would be easy to me to conform and be like all the other damn sheep who look the same, act the same, and talk the same online.
It would be EASY for me to just fit in.
Except, I kind of like being an outsider.
I kind of like breaking all of the rules.
I kind of like doing life on MY terms.
I kind of like proving people wrong.
Fuck fitting in.
Fuck being just like all of the other chicks on the internet mascarading around with their Chanel handbags (which, lets face it, are ugly as fuck), perfectly positioned in every photo.
I’m just gonna be me.
I’m gonna keep writing content in the leggings that I’ve worn for 3 days straight, without make-up, eating vegan food from bed.
I’m gonna keep sharing my beliefs, even the ones that people tell me not to share because they’re too “controversial”.
I’m gonna keep calling out the fake bullshit I see sprayed around online.
And I’m gonna keep making crazy good cash doing it.