Hi there, beauty babes! I’m sorry it’s been a little while since we’ve talked. Here’s what I’ve been processing lately: The question of my soul is, can you be sensitive and gritty? You know me and how much I love options, “boths,” and “ands.” So I’ve decided that, yes, we can be both. I recently was in conversation with a student of mine who is an up and coming athletic training professional. She has encountered some harsh voices, strong feedback, and a toughness in those she

Hey Sole Sister, When was the last time you had to have a permission slip signed? Elementary school, your middle school church retreat? Yeah, me too. One of my favorite authors of all time, Brené Brown describes her concept of “permission slips” in her newest book "Braving the Wilderness: The Quest for True Belonging and the Courage to Stand Alone” and it is giving me all. the. big. feels. In 2013, Brené had the opportunity to meet Oprah Winfrey. OPRAH WINFREY. Bless. She wr

Hi everyone! My name is Kara Korosec and I’m so excited to share my story with the Sole Fitness community. I’m so inspired by everything Sole Fitness is doing to encourage women to be healthy and love themselves! Ever since I can remember, I’ve been self-conscious of my appearance. I’ve always been ‘petite’ as my mom likes to say, at just over 5’ tall. I’ve never been happy with my figure, always thinking I’m too short and not fit enough. I remember asking my mom in eighth gr

hey sole sister, "AND" This 3-letter conjunction makes me feel free and secure. This word has allowed me the freedom to feel and experience one, two, even seven or one hundred things at one time and listen to my compass a little closer. This pattern of thinking that includes more “ands” and less “buts” is changing me. It is changing my relationships. And it is changing the way I view others. Both is Beautiful: There’s a famous story in my family about “that one time Catherine

Jesus never promised us an easy journey, but he did promise never to leave us or forsake us. I’ve been mulling over this concept for months now. In times where I’ve felt sad and uncertain, I lean on this eternal truth that Jesus was forsaken on our behalf, which means we cannot be put on the chopping block. It’s not like we are standing facing two team captains and waiting to be picked for a team. We are the team. And Jesus is the team captain and he picked us! The highest te

The radio was on quietly in the background as me and two friends were cruising around town on our way to our favorite dinner spot - when suddenly amidst the momentary lull in conversation I heard my JAM come on. I cranked the stereo and began, without much thought, singing the lyrics to this well-known pop song. As I looked around to see if the whole car was as L I T as I was over this tune-age, I quickly noticed I was making a solo debut and my accompaniment was blank stares

hey sole sister, I’ve been processing a lot lately. I’m a woman so… obviously. I feel something bubbling up inside me and I want to share it with you. Each year, on my birthday, I pick a new word. I started when I was 25 and was facing graduation from graduate school, the associated unemployment that comes with carrying two degrees (anyone else been there? Just me? Ok cool), and what I foresaw in my future. I chose the word brave. And God threw me into the deep end of bravery

Once upon a time I yelled at God. Yup. you read that right. I (me) yelled (cussed) AT God. Now, before you throw stones or burn me at the stake, allow me to be just a little vulnerable and real with you. Lately, I’ve been a little frustrated with God. I’ve been walking through this season of brokenness and healing for what seems like more than enough time. In my finite mind, this situation should be over and done with. I’ve pled my case, cried my tears, walked my path, read

It's a running joke in our family that fall is the WORST season of them all. It's funny now being 20 years removed from childhood, but when my brother and I were kids (I think it's safe to speak for us both) we hated fall. I loathed it. Because before cute booties, blanket scarves and pumpkin spice lattes- there were Saturday's and there were chores. And not just any chores. No, fall had a special chore that so uniquely sucked my soul unparalleled by any other season… the dev