Being weird feels good.

This popped into my head after watching a reel from Layla Hermozi - she talks a lot about women in business, success, and the mindset shifts that happen as you grow.

It reminded me of a conversation I had probably eight or ten years ago with my mother-in-law.
I was talking about my eldest and said, “She’s just a weird kid.”

Now to me, that’s not an insult. But my mother-in-law looked horrified, like I’d said something terrible - as if “weird” meant something bad.

But she is weird. She’s 19 now, and she’s still weird. And I love that about her.
Because truthfully - we’re all weird. I’m weird. You’re weird.
And that’s what makes life interesting.

Would I rather blend in and be a carbon copy of every influencer, every gym owner, every beige “fits-in-the-box” stereotype out there? Absolutely not.

Being weird - the quirks, the odd ideas, the way you think or speak or move - is exactly why people connect with you. It’s why most of you found me or ended up walking through the doors at Wheatbelt Strength in the first place.

I’ve worked for years to get comfortable showing that side of myself. I’m naturally introverted, and growing up I was always told “you’re too shy,” “you’ve got strange ideas,” “you do things differently.”
Now? I’ll be 42 in December, and I love being fucking weird.

Even in little moments - like the other Saturday at Conditioning when it was “pick a partner,” and I did the world’s most awkward shuffle up to Heidi like, “Will you be my partner?” because I refused to be the last one standing like in school sports.
Ridiculous. Hilarious. Totally me.

Being authentic just feels better.
Hiding all the little things that make you “weird” just makes life smaller.

Let people see it. That’s probably what they’ll love about you most.

Stay weird,
Kate