Wait….Winter workouts?!

So obviously we’ve all heard of “making summer bodies in the winter” right? I really never even attempted this until after I had little babes! You know the whole no shaving in winter? Haha let’s just say I used to hibernate my workouts all winter long pre-babies.

In today’s society I swear bullying is getting worse, and self esteem is dropping lower-let me re-phrase true self acceptation is decreasing no matter how much confidence people show online. I won’t get much into that today, after all this is about outer appearance I want to focus on!

After kids not only did my day-to-day life/school/work schedules change but my eating habits/workout habits/”lack-there-of” have all gone bonkers. After Avynn, and again after Ivory I developed umbilical hernias. This made my workouts super painful and made my stomach constantly bloat. After giving birth to these huge monsters my midwife suggested for me to grab a waist trainer and train 2 hours a day to help re-build my core. After undergoing a surgery to repair 2 huge hernias in July my workouts have fluctuated.

This post is for the Mama’s, or really anyone super busy who needs alternatives. Or maybe this post is for me-to motivate, to look back and see progress.

After Avynn my stomach was terrible. I carried a 9lb 4.5 oz 21.5″ beast , and once she arrived my skin was stretched, my stomach was scarred and marked. I did core workouts and used a ton of “wraps” on my tummy and almost 2.5 years later I was seeing results but never publicly would reveal my stomach (aside from family). However, my confidence remained because I gave birth to a mix of myself and the love of my life- life’s greatest gift.

It reminded me of childhood where I remember never judging myself, never caring about anything physically aside from how skinny I was and how hard it was for me to gain weight. I remember buying boxes of Twinkie’s and housing them before bed-lol gross.

After Ivory my hernias were worse-another big babe: 9 lb 1.5oz 20.5″ thanks Jamesy

Now after Ivory, I realized how much harder life was with 2. Guys….INSANE. Two girls is like having 20 I swear it. I love it though, I’m busy, or stressing 24/7. So when I’d want to bang out a workout I’d finally get Ivory down, while Avynn destroyed her room with dolls, clothes, and anything she could steal from my room.

I soon started chopping workouts in half-then I’d throw my waist trainer on and be out-the-door.

I slowly started slipping into a depression- life, unfortunate events, and lack of workouts took over me. So the waist trainer turned to a habit. Then I had my surgery. After surgery I had 8 weeks with no lifting-yikes

Depression grew and grew, I needed a boost quick. I hurdled over all of my downfalls and slowly started workouts again. Once I started my semester in September between classes I drove home while my mom still had my girls and I killed every workout. To speed up results I started using a scar cream from Celsus . They sent it to me just in time for my surgery and I finally whipped it out.

It’s now 5 months later and my skin is finally tightening, my abs are slowly creeping through, and my surgery scars are fading beautifully-esp with a fresh spray tan

Their scar cream is used for not only scars but stretch marks and also helps with anti-aging!

I’m offering a discount for anyone interested!

However, to complete this post I have a few tips to reaching those body “wins.”

First: Accept that you’re human, but don’t use that as an excuse. I did this for too long. Telling myself “oh well, you’re never going to look better you had two kids.” This is crap. Because I’m a strong woman, I bounce back; we all do. It’s mind over matter for sure, and I wish I screamed this in the mirror 4 years ago.

Second: Make time for you! I’m extremely blessed with way too much help from my huge family. My mom, my sisters, my brother, James’ family; everyone. Since day one if I had appointments, work, school, blog events, anything: I could count on someone. Don’t be scared to ask for help, or accept help. You’re not a bad person for taking some time for you. Don’t go crazy, just take a segment of time out of your day/week to get yourself pampered, go to the gym, escape life and read a book for an hour. Mine was going home and working out before picking the girls up

Third: EAT! No seriously, too many people stay so busy they skip meals. This was 2017 in a nut shell for me. First I started working 2 jobs trying to hustle-only eating breakfast then a late dinner after 9:30pm. Then I started classes and picked on snacks between classes-you could say the coffee diet was reaaaaaal. However I soon realized the only words out of my mouth each day was “ughh I’m so tired.” Breakfast is most important, we all know that, but all day we need to snack, and eat for energy- otherwise we crash, slump, and become lazy. Common sense right? So I learned to plan ahead. Left overs are perfect lunches. Eggs with peppers and onions cooks in 6 minutes-bam. And then, grab a protein shake, this gives me more energy than any coffee!

Lastly: Find balance. It’s the hardest part of becoming a parent let me tell you. It’s a tough feeling knowing you have to rely on someone else to care for your children so you can selfishly go to school or go to work. This is why I understand why people wait until career stages to have children. Or why people marry then have children-I don’t know how single parents do it-I’m so blessed to have James. I’m so blessed for my family for helping me. However, as I said it’s tough finding balance/accepting balance. You want to dedicate all of your energy into one thing; being a good parent, but spending time away from the girls to go to class or work kills, especially knowing someone else is with them so much. Or wanting to put all of your energy into taking care of your body but instead skipping meals. But we can all be selfish. Again, take an hour a day to do something for yourself.

I find flexibility in motherhood. I won’t workout every day, but I find 5 Days. I throw some Celsus on my stomach, clip on my waist trainer and keep it on for a few hours after my workouts. Not only has my waist trainer helped with workouts, but after workouts it makes my stomach feel so much better. You have to find what works best, what boost helps results come quicker. I always thought it was harder to workout than to be lazy but I was 100% wrong. It’s way harder being lazy. Because all the results we’ve built up, restarts and it’s 10x harder to step back up again.


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Growing up whenever I would hear the word power/powerful I always thought it meant how strong someone was, and that to me was always physical. Years later power to me doesn’t just boil down to muscles, haha

I went through a huge funk this past year, and it allowed me to get back in touch with me. My passions, who I am, and what I love. Growing up I loved to read and write. I was super late in the game reading Girl Boss about 8 months ago, but let me tell you I’ve re-read it a thousand times; even just small excerpts to remind myself to never give up during those times when my overthinking brain screamed louder than my open heart.

Luckily I’ve been anything but negative lately, something has come over me and it feels so amazing! I picked up “Power of Broke” by Daymond John ( for those of you who don’t know Daymond he is the “people’s shark” from ABC’s Shark Tank).

To me, Daymond isn’t just the “people’s shark.” I remember growing up my older sister would rock FUBU and whenever she’d sleep out at a friends house I would steal her clothes and wear them…growing up with sisters man haha

So Daymond has always been a HUGE inspiration for me, mostly because of the fact that I could relate to him 100%. I remember years ago I was reading an article about him and his journey, and the one point that’s always stuck with me was his ability to build a brand out of his house-sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor right nearby some clothes he had to ship out.

This image never left my head. I’ve received handfuls of advice about entrepreneurship from plenty of experienced people, bitter people, and helpful ones; but I’ve always felt they’ve never been delt my cards, felt my footsteps. And man when I tell you, Daymonds book is speaking levels. I’ve screamed YASSSS outloud so many times, and smiled twice as much.
I am the Power of Broke. Since day 1 nothing, ever has been handed to me. This is 100% the reason why success never came easy. I’ve always been lazy with excuses and doubts; telling myself nothing could ever happen for me. I’ve never felt things were in reach, or even at the end of the tunnel for that matter. This was until I became a mom. At first I let life beat me up a little, then I grabbed the gloves. Now I am hungry.

Never in my life have I ever felt so powerful, and a huge reason for this is because of the push. I’ve been pushing out of my comfort zone, and having faith in prayer. But guys, prayer is only so powerful ’til backed with action.

I’m on my way to a meeting that will push something I’ve been working on, and I can’t wait to share with you all. Reading to me, alters reality for me, well actually it puts reality back into perspective. Hearing multiple success stories has overwhelmed me with faith.

I want to thank you Daymond for your down-to-earth real advice. It’s such a breath of fresh air to hear reassuring words from someone who never let money change him. Just know you pulled me out of a depression-you gave no false hope, just reality. So I thank you. You hit it right on the head when you described the power I hold as an individual in my circumstances. The power of positivity is really what this generation needs.

If you guys haven’t had the chance to read, and you’re one of those who have been in a rut lately; he got you!

And in honor of power, you all know Red is the perfect symbolic color! I chose to mix pink and powerful. Pink was a huge theme of my first collection I dropped; then I snatched it back. I wasn’t ready, but now more than ever I feel so powerful. Ladies don’t be scared to colorblock-although James wasn’t feelin’ this look at first, he came around haha

Saturday Blues 

It’s been a long summer for me. I’m just now hitting 7.5 weeks post-op from my hernia surgery and lawddddd what a recovery. As always recommended please do your research before you agree to procedures! No complaints here-but I thought I’d bounce-back quicker!

And summertime is all about feeling comfortable, cooling down, and making memories. So I finally decided to throw on a bathing suit I’ve had for months
I love the denim-on-denim, since childhood so let me tell you-it will always be my go-to!

It took a lot for me to post these photos of my stomach, because I’m not fully healed, and I never expose it! But hey, beauty is skin deep guys, better to be natural and embrace your flaws then to be like the rest of ’em- photoshopped.  My goal is to actually get to the beach before I start classes! I hope you’re all enjoying the last of your summer, I’ll keep this short and sweet! 

Love who you are, fix things you want to improve, but realize you’re more than what you look like. It’s hard to feel comfortable with my stomach showing because it’s been my biggest weakness for years. But I’m working on it, and for now I realize I’ve held two huge and beautiful baby girls in this body, and I have the best man who loves me for me. I’m happy and healthy and that’s what counts. I remind myself of all of these blessings every single day, and this has helped me move past my looks and towards my goals! 


Never lose your ‘fierce’…introducing Fierce Lane

Hi!! It’s been forever-ever, and surprisingly i’m happy about it. Mostly because I’ve taken so much time to get back in-touch with myself; and re-humble. I came to many realizations and at this point in time I’m feeling relieved, rested, and ready!

For years I blocked out reality unintentionally. I’ve always been surrounded by others who have built me up with compliments, faith, and a helping hand. So for years I never had to “try” to be happy, or “try” to be anything more than me. Growing up I remember my first passion- running. Playing manhunt and tag with my friends and sisters; I realized I was pretty fast at running. It made me feel confident knowing I was good at something. In life it seems it’s always what we have, and are great at make us feel confident.

I remember in 4th grade the last day of school we had a fitness test outside during recess. We had to complete 4 laps around the field.  Each time you completed a lap you collected a straw from the teacher. The goal was to get 4 straws or more. Now let me remind you of a few things, I just got done saying I was a fast runner, but I failed to mention the only time I was super “active” was in the summertime. So end of the school year meant I haven’t really ran in awhile. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, and I only had 2 straws in my hand. The teacher wasn’t putting pressure on anyone to finish, we had a half an hour left of school and after laps were completed we could play as we pleased.

This was my very first experience (that I can remember/that “stuck”) where I pushed myself. The teacher just smiled at me as I hit the corner of the field on my way to her to grab my 3rd straw. As I said, she didn’t pressure anyone, but she did congratulate the students who finished with their 4th straw. This pushed me. I watched 4, 5, 6 students already playing on the dome, and running around the playground. I then heard the voice inside my head, my ‘confidence.’ I grabbed my 3rd straw and sprinted to corner #1, then jogged to the next corner, then sprinted again. I created a technique that worked for me, and allowed me to grab straw #4. But then I couldn’t get my feet to stop running. With the same technique I ran the field one last time and achieved straw #5. The only student in 20-something students to go the extra lap. Crazy how much this story speaks to me 17 years later.

Back then the looks of the other students as the teacher announced my accomplishment never bothered me. I stayed confident and smiled. I so badly wanted to keep those 5 cheap familiar striped straws. Something about handing them back to my teacher gave me a weird gut-feeling.

This small story is more than straws, I realized my strength like all children do, because when we are young we are innocent, unexposed, and unapologetic. The craziest part about my story is I remember my teacher out of the corner of her eyes roll them at me, like I was so “extra” and she was so annoyed as she waited for me to go the extra lap. Some how that didn’t phase me at that moment, but now it sticks.

As I grew through life I feel that I didn’t start judging myself ever until I became a mother, and this unfortunately didn’t work in my favor. Giving birth to Avynn felt like my biggest accomplishment. Prior to pregnancy I made selfish mistakes, learned the harshest lessons, lost friends, and pushed others away to focus on family. At the time I felt great, but something was still missing. Before becoming pregnant I was a workaholic, and loved to create in my spare time. Since I was young, adults, peers, and youth would always compliment my creations, and I allowed fear to take over. What if I mess up? Just like I’ve made mistakes in the past, I felt hey, if I make a mistake in my art, I will have a bad experience with the future.  How crazy was my brain? Confident Kasha, became Kasha who would never stop overthinking. I stopped creating, gave birth to Avynn, and stopped going to school. So I threw away my goals, and my passion; and transitioned into Motherhood. Avynn became my world; our world.

Since over 4 years ago when I went through with my first pregnancy, I have evolved. I hate saying ‘changed,’ because the little voice-in-my-head is still the same. I just never chose to listen to her; especially in times of fault, dishonesty, and disloyalty.

There is a lot I will not mention, because huge parts of my life I never, will never, and have never shared on social media. I believe social media should be used as a positive outlet, and too much is never good. However, I went through a depression, and the worse part about it wasn’t pushing friends/family away, losing friends, or stopping my education, those can all be fixed. The worse part was losing myself. Ignoring the little voice, making excuses, and shutting out reality. I did this for 3.5 years. I settled, I worked my ass off for others, and put myself last. This entire time I was completely unhappy in my head with who I was becoming and never took the leap to a fresh start.

They say having 1 child is tough, but having 2 is like having 20 and they are not lying!

Ivory came along, and I felt a burst of happiness again, I was engaged to the love of my life, had a beautiful completed family, and started to create goals for myself again. But goals are nothing if you aren’t reaching, running, or climbing. Many of my goals were never met because of my “back-up plans.” These were times where I’ve convinced myself that where I was at was normal and perfectly fine with the circumstances I was given, and I would ride those experiences out. The common ground for all was that they slowly ended. I don’t put blame on anyone aside from myself. Finding excuses in life always has an underlying meaning and message. I’ve discovered, and knowingly all along this was embedded in my journey; my Lane.

Working with other people and for other people is an amazing experience. I have 0 regrets of my life lessons (aside from a few which was my doing). I have learned skills, the industry, but most of all, I have learned exactly who I am. Why I feel the way I feel and why I do the things I do. I have a creative mind, and I have shut her out for far too long. I’ve given glimpses to others of my talents and I believe these experiences have brought me to my next chapter in life. I am a mother of two first before I am anything else. If I can be who I want to be while being the best mother I can be, then why  would I ever give that up? Because of being a mother all I’ve heard these past 4+ years are “You do what you can with what you have” NOPE.  I’ve always let doubting words go in one ear, and out. What I couldn’t succeed in was putting all of my ability into other experiences because there were limits.What I can do is prove myself wrong, and prove to my girls that anyone can accomplish anything with passion, dedication, and faith. With me in control, I am limitless.

This is a message to anyone depressed, anyone who needs humbling, anyone who feels they want to give up, or anyone who has been ignoring their “little voice.” Having children does put a bump in your life, physically, financially and emotionally, haha. Having children does not mean your life is over, your goals end, or you necessarily have to give up all of your passions. Life is about balance. I believe balance will be an ongoing adjustment in my life, but now I’ve come to earth with myself. I wished and prayed, was in the sky with my reality, and now I’ve landed. With self realization came a plan. I planned to keep my goal of school in September, while living through my creativity in design. I’ve always customized clothing, and the ongoing question was always ‘Kasha do you still make ___? I want them so bad. Family and friends, and of course James always told me to go for it but I took these compliments as them just being “nice.” Let me tell you, if  you have someone in your life who pushes you, sees the fire in your eyes and continues to light that spark-never take advantage of them.  James perfected my first collection.

My excuses have ended. I’m making amends with people, experiences, and my flaws. Fear comes natural but this is what I’ve learned- Accepting that you are not fearless is what makes you fierce. So this is the beginning of a new journey, a Lane, and best believe it is a Fierce one.

We launched Fierce Lane last night, and I’ve already received an overwhelming amount of support and response. I am not screaming my accomplishments, only inspiring those who feel they are holding back in life. Cut the rope, cut ties, and go for it! I mentioned earlier how things in life that we are great at make us confident, For me, all of my flaws, faults, and negative experiences have built me back up. Allow your downfalls to dub-you-up!

My first collection is called the “6th Collection,” 6th grade was the first time in my life where I was thrown out of my comfort zone. I moved to a new town and still remained unapologetic. I was me, I made friends, I stayed confident, and wait for it……I wore pink every.single.day. I loved something, I stuck with it, and bam. The 6th Collection is my first set of “Strip slides.” I can’t wait to share more details with you, however I am now awaiting my patent and can’t share too much!

This was the longest.post.ever.

Thank you for listening, I hope you love my new Lane

xx, 4o1 Fierce

#breakteeth 10 tags.

Hey everyone! So recently i’ve seen such a positive increase of energy surrounding us. I was pleased to see something new trending called the “20 beautiful women” challenge. I am glad this surfaced because this is the closest thing in comparison that is relatable to my #breakteeth campaign. What an amazing way to spread confidence right? The #20beautifulwomen spread pretty quickly,mostly because of word-of-mouth. I am not sure if you’ve kept up with each and every one of my posts thus far, but my most recent one was titled “SAT-UNDAY.” I explained here that each Saturday and Sunday I aimed to spread my #breakteeth campaign in different ways, in order for us to see how many states we can get to participate. 

I’ve been in a crazy point in my lifestyle where i’ve been working a lot and trying to get back into school, and even trying to do small modeling jobs on the side. I guess you can call it “stuck,” or a small “funk.” I allowed myself to step back from spreading #breakteeth, and that was a mistake (although a bunch of you have still been hashtagging selfies) 😉

I was recently approached by someone who gave me a small business opportunity to work for his website as a writer/blogger. He told me he read all of my #breakteeth articles and he wanted someone with my mindset towards my campaign to help bring my voice to his company. I was absolutely stunned, and humbled. Tonight I completed my first post for his company and it opened my eyes to the fact that I needed to hop back into my campaign. I’ve missed you guys, and all of the constant feedback.

I will be picking up my #breakteeth beanies so soon and they will be available for sale! (thank god beanies still look cute in the spring time) haha!

I am especially happy to post today because we have all referred to Wednesday’s as our “woman crush Wednesday” and this is from where I was inspired. All of you women have inspired me in one way or another. So today I made a promise to get back into what I love. 

I want to ask all of you readers to please re-read my “Satunday” post. I hope to inspire all of you to partake in Satunday this weekend. Just as you chose 20 beautiful women to tag to remind them of their beauty,I hope to have you use that same concept with my #breakteeth . “B-R-E-A-K-T-E-E-T-H” There are 10 letters in my hashtag, so tag 10 people who you think struggle with breaking teeth. Do they struggle with their confidence? Do not realize how much they are appreciated? Remind them that you want to see them happy, that you want to see them #breakteeth. 

This weekend I send out my first #breakteeth gift. I am spreading awareness to a randomly selected person. If you know what makes a person #breakteeth , then why not pay it forward and make them #breakteeth by showing them that you are aware? I aim to continue to spread. As I said in my Satunday post, I want to see how many states we can reach out to. Do you have a friend or family member in a different state that you think has trouble with their confidence? Are they in a funk? Do they forget how special they are sometimes? What is so crazy to me is our forgetfulness. We as a generation are so selfish with our feelings, and so worried about our own emotions and we do everything to force others to focus on our needs, and our emotions. It’s so hard for us to be the one to “text first”, “call first.” Who sends out cards in the mail anymore? Who calls old friends to check in? I’m guilty of saying no to these. I know I lack this. When is the last time you paid something forward? Sent something to someone, said something to someone; just because. Our society has lacked peace, because we all expect it, without earning and working for it.

Satunday for me is the start for #breakteeth to actually take off. The weekend is when most people have “free time” right? So why not remind someone of their beauty? Pay someone forward with something they love, something that makes them #breakteeth. I want to see your dedication to that. Let’s not just focus on ourselves breaking teeth, but as you #breakteeth , pass that smile on.

Saturday and Sunday are the 2 days that I aim to focus on #breakteeth. “SATUNDAY”. Confidence should outshine every day of the week, but spread and shared on Saturday and Sunday. At least these days will allow me somewhere to begin. 

So choose 10 people. Tag them. Share your positive opinions with them. Write them something. Send them something. Pay it forward. Spread a smile. Share a story. Pick the furthest friend/family member. Choose another state. Break their teeth. What makes you #breakteeth? Pizza? working out? your significant other? a favorite clothing item? hashtag what makes you #breakteeth, hashtag who makes you #breakteeth. Encourage yourself to remind them, and to remind yourself. Because we are all beautiful. 

Since day 1 I’ve been trying to discover through struggles, mistakes, and accomplishments who I actually want to be. What do I want to do? Where do I see myself? And at this point something that hasn’t changed is that I’ve always wanted to inspire, whether or not one day I will still model or be a mother with a degree. So I will not stop. And that makes me #breakteeth

You are all my woman crushes. Thank you for the continued inspiration!




Hi all!!!  It’s been a little,  but I’ve been trying to perfect everything before announcing!  By March of 2015 I hope to have 4O1fierce up and going!!!  I’ve been super busy working my butt off!  Stay tuned for my links!  Hope you all had safe and happy holidays! 💋