Hi, I’m Lexi…

Hey y’all, I‘m Lexi! 

I haven’t done an introduction in a while so I wanted to hop on here and say howdy or whatever lol! Lot’s of new faces here sooo let’s get to know each other! 

I’m 28, but my birthday is next month (I’m an aquarius. it all makes sense now, right?) so I’m basically 29! I’m married to the sweetest man alive ( barf, I know) and our one year anniversary is next month too! Someone pray for this man because throw Valentine’s Day in there too and february is about to steal his whole paycheck. I would, but I’m agnostic lol. 

We have two weird lil dogs, Hans and Mandi Moore and they have their own story highlight but not their own IG because I’m not a freak. I mean, they sleep in the bed with me and I apologize when they fuss at me for getting in their way but…that’s not the point! 

This is getting long so let’s switch gears here. Rapid fire: I’m an actress/influencer and (pre pandemic) pre-school teacher, Nashville native, pansexual, fat (obvi lol), liberal (like ACAB liberal, Not “liberal”), I have severe ADHD among other shenanigans going on up there, I swear often, rely on unhealthy coping mechanisms such as over caffinating and retail therapy, and I would kill a man with my bare hands for even looking sideways at my baby (16 y.o.) sister because I’ve got nothin to lose and she’s literal baby jesus to me. Did I mention I’m agnostic? I was raised in Nashville but my family is from boston and that wear I learned to talk and be a sentient being so that means i say things like “bless her fuckin heart”. 

In this house we are healing from past traumas, learning to accept our bodies, speaking our mind, manifesting our destiny, and looking fabulous doing it! Follow me on Instagram ( @lexinimmo ) for daily posts about all things body love, mental health, fat fashion, and lifestyle. Follow me on TikTok ( @lexinimmo ) where I post all day and let loose! Check out my acting work and everything else I’m up to here! Nice to meet ya!

My Coming Out Story 🏳️‍🌈

Happy #nationalcomingoutday to all members of the LGBTQIA+ community, whether you’re publicly out, have only told a few trusted people, or haven’t told anyone at all. Your journey is unique and valid, take all the time you need!

I’m pansexual and proud but it took me a while to get here. I first knew I liked both boys and girls when I was about 7 or 8. I cried to my mom a few times because I was “afraid I’m a lesbian”. She told me I was just comparing my body to other bodies, totally normal. I buried those feelings inside all through middle school and high school, but every now and then it would hit me like a giant wave.

I was friends with gay, bi, non-binary, and gender fluid kids at my arts high school. I accepted them for exactly as they were but never myself. I didn’t tell anyone I thought I was bisexual until I was 19. By the time I was in my early 20’s I had told a handful of friends but didn’t speak about it freely and hadn’t told my family. I started seeing a new therapist and asked her for advice on coming out to my family. She told me I shouldn’t. She said that it could potentially upset them or change they way they think of me, and unless I was dating a girl, what’s the point? I was totally shocked and hurt. I told her that I felt like that was bad advice, that people should be able to be their honest selves with there closest loved ones. She replied “if telling the truth makes you feel better but hurts the other person, then it’s selfish and you should keep it to yourself.”. For the record, to anyone reading this, she’s wrong!

I told a few family members when I was 24 and they reacted poorly but not in a dangerous or irreparable way. Just the classic “if your not with a girl then your not no though right? If you’ve never dated a girl how do you even know?”. So frustrating! When you know you know! By that logic, how does a virgin know they’re straight? We seems perfectly comfortable assuming small children are straight, calling them “lady killer” and “flirt” before they even go to kindergarten! I struggled then and still sometimes now believing that my sexuality is, in fact, valid no matter my dating or sexual histories.

After I came out to those select family members and had to witness their initial reactions on their faces and answer frustrating and offensive questions they could’ve easily googled, I didn’t feel comfortable coming out in private settings or to individual people. I thought that’s how coming out had to be. In movies and TV, coming out is always face to face and dramatic, either positively or negatively. It doesn’t have to be that way! Here’s the thing: this is your personal business and you don’t OWE anyone an explanation. So if posting it on social media is easier for you, do it! If texting is easier, do it! If you do prefer to be one on one face to face, great! If you want to come out to someone in person but you’re nervous, invite a trusted friend who you’ve already come out to to join you. This is your truth and you make the rules. I declared my pansexuality on Facebook and never looked back! I’m sure there were a few people who thought “why didn’t she tell me?” But I had to do what was most comfortable for me.

A close loved one asked me “why come out if you’re married to a man? What’s the point?”. Great question! Representation matters. Visibility matters. Normalizing being out and proud matters. Every person I know in my personal and professional life is influenced by me in some small way and vice versa. For instance, I don’t know of any queer people in my family and if I had, I would have felt infinitely more secure and safe growing up and coming out. I came out because I don’t want to deny any family member or friend that sense of security I so desperately needed. Also, there’s something to be said for living in your truth. You feel lighter and stronger at the same time. It’s liberating! For resources and support I recommend The Trevor Project , It Gets Better , and Human Rights Campaign.

Sexuality is a spectrum and labels aren’t the most important thing in the world by far. But being your true authentic self is what national coming out day is all about! As we all head to the polls this November, please consider your queer loved ones. Vote blue to keep them safe and free to be themselves. Get voting information here.

Esthetics By P. Brown: My Healing Experience

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Esthetics By P. Brown is way more than esthetics, its a community. I think it’s safe to say, anyone who has had the pleasure of meeting the owner Porsche Brown would agree. Porsche radiates light and positivity and not in the kind of phony way that many people in the service and beauty industry do (like when you walk into Sephora and everyone is suddenly your bff!). Her kindness, joy, and compassion are completely genuine and every soul that walks through the door is greeted with friendship, a big hug, and a cup of tea. I know, this sounds fake! But y’all I’m telling you, I went in for a facial and came out feeling seen, understood, and comforted! How often can you say that

I met Porche and her team through the Nashville Blogger Collective and they invited me to come in for a complimentary facial, lash lift, manicure, and reiki session. I made the appointment weeks and advance, not knowing that the night before I would have my first panic attack of 2019. I’m very open about my mental health on social media because it’s something ive been living with my whole life. I believe it’s important for me to be transparent so that i can help break the stigma around mental health and encourage others who are struggling to seek help. I’ve had a really good handle on my anxiety for a long time but i’ve been on edge lately. When I had this panic attack, it had been so long since I’d had one, I was frightened and shocked which only added to the intensity of the experience. The next day when I arrived at Esthetics By P. Brown for my appointment I walked in feeling emotionally hungover and totally drained.

I painted on a fake smile smile and pretended to be my usual bubbly blogger self. I was greeted by Porsche and her team with hugs and laughter! Porsche handed me the best cup of tea ive ever had and we all sat down to catch up a little before beginning my treatments. A few mins into our chat, Porsche began to tear up and asked me if I was okay. I was honestly caught off guard, I thought I had covered up my pain really well. I told her I wasn’t okay and a calm washed over me. She encouraged me to open up as much as I was comfortable with, and I did. These women listened to me, supported me, and made me feel safe. They told me that this is what their mission is all about. Everyone who works there or visits is a part of a family and is always welcomed to curl up on the couch with a blanket and find sanctuary here. 

I started with a reiki session which was totally new to me. It was a relaxing experience and I highly recommend it to anyone who needs energy healing. If you’re not familiar with reiki, it’s like an energy massage! The practitioner transfers universal energy through the palms of their hands to promote emotional and physical healing. Then I moved on to my facial. I was so relaxed I fell asleep! My skin felt so hydrated and smooth. I was glowing! I had a fashion show a week later and the makeup artist was so impressed with my skin. My skin is so healthy even my makeup looks better. Next up was my manicure. We went with a gel manicure and some shimmery neutral colors. We finished the day with a lash lift! I had never had a lash lift before and I wasn’t sure what to expect. The process made me a bit nervous, having stuff over my eyes for several minutes is a little unnerving. But Porsche talked me through and it was painless! I was shocked with the results. My lashes are perfectly curled and it looked like I was wearing mascara! At the fashion show my makeup artist didn’t put mascara on me because he thought I already had some on! I put a tiny bit on and-WOAH my lashes were amazing!

After my visit I went home feeling beautiful and at peace. I can’t thank Porsche and her team enough for this experience. I highly recommend checking out Esthetics By P. Brown for beauty services, though I know you’ll be receiving so much more! 

 

Big Fig Saved My Back!

As some of you may know, I’ve been struggling with back issues all summer. A combination of an untreated injury from an accident years ago, a lack of strength training, a 20 year old hand-me-down mattress and recent fall resulted in my back completely giving out on me in June. I’m always busy with multiple projects in the works and I love the hustle! But it’s impossible to be on my A Game when I can’t even move. I was finally forced to address the issue and start taking care of myself. I was way overdue, and I definitely wish I had done it sooner! I started seeing an awesome chiropractor who suggested I start doing water aerobics and get a new mattress.

I began researching mattresses but I’d never had a new one before! I’ve always had hand-me-downs from family members. I remembered meeting the folks from Big Fig at Dream Big Midwest in Chicago and a lot of my blogger friends recommend them so I thought I’d reach out. I told Big Fig about my back problems, lack of self care, and desperate need for a good night’s sleep! We agreed that the issues I was having are all too common for others too, and decided I should test their mattress and share the results with all of you! I got the king size with the Big Fig foundation and frame. After about 4 weeks its safe to say the results are in, and I am IN LOVE. This mattress is my new best friend and I never want to get out of bed! 

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The qualities that really sold me on this mattress were the firmness, cooling technology, and durability. Big Fig is designed with larger bodies in mind, lasts longer and holds more weight. This mattress is a hybrid meaning it has both the individually wrapped innerspring system and high density specialty foams. The best of both worlds! I was worried that it would be too firm for me because I’m used to a much softer bed. It’s the perfect level of firmness! I feel fully supported, I sleep soundly through the night, and I wake up refreshed. Most importantly my back pain has improved greatly. Even when I was seeing my chiropractor I used to wake up stiff and for the first hour or so in the morning I would be limping around. I’m 27 years old for goodness sake! That’s crazy! But since I’ve been sleeping on my Big Fig I pop up in the morning feeling spry and ready to seize the day! The cooling technology keeps me from getting overheated at night. Foam mattresses have a bad reputation for getting too hot and that’s where Big Fig’s hybrid design comes in handy yet again!

I will update you in another month and let you know how things are going! So far my fiance and fur babies are loving it too! I’m happy to answer any questions you might have, but Big Fig also has an awesome FAQ section that is super informative! They also have a chat feature where you can talk directly to representative on their website. Big Fig is always so helpful and makes the whole process super easy, so don’t hesitate to reach out!  Take advantage of the Labor Day sale and save $300 with code LABORDAY!

 

My First Plus Strut 5K

On May 4th 2019 I had the privilege of being a part of the most supportive and accepting athletic activities of my life: The Plus Strut 5K! The Plus Strut, founded by Joy Tribble, is the first 5K for plus size women in North America and it takes place annually in Atlanta Georgia. The first Plus Strut 5K was in 2018 but this year was my first time and I was emotional!

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Growing up chubby was hard. I won’t get in to all the gory details but I was laughed at and teased on a daily basis. Gym glass was my waking nightmare! The kids who were fat yet athletic didn’t get made fun of and the kids who were thin but not athletic only got teased a little, but I was  fat and horrible at sports and therefore, the perfect combination for bullies. I was a slow runner, had weak wrists, and always coward when a bal came my way. Let’s just say I was a lot better at reading than I was at kickball! Even though I enjoyed being active and outdoors I would dread physical activity with my peers because I would get yelled at and called names for not being good at it and my chubby body was blamed. I not only felt inferior in my athletic abilities but also in my appearance.

After years of this emotional abuse that was ignored and sometimes encouraged by the adults I was supposed to be able to trust, I developed a lot of anxiety about exercising with others. I would opt for working out at the gym solo during hours that weren’t busy or doing a home arobics  video. I had walked a few 5Ks before for charity but felt so anxious and out of place that I didn’t enjoy myself at all. But in the past couple of years I began a self love journey that has been so healing and empowering. I truly feel at peace with my body. When I was asked to be an ambassador for the Plus Strut 5K I jumped at the chance thinking those fears from my past were behind me! That wasn’t completely true.

The night before the race I was sick to my stomach with nerves. I was thinking up excuse to get me out of it. A migraine, my period, diarrhea, ANYTHING. It sounds ridiculous but if you struggle with anxiety you understand that fight or flight instinct: I was ready to fly my ass right outta Atlanta! But as I was laying in bed in our Air Bnb I thought about my thousands of followers whom I preach body acceptance to everyday. I thought about my two amazing friends and supportive boyfriend who came to support this amazing event. I thought about the other women who would be strutting with me who are also scared. Finally I thought about chubby, sad, 9 year old Lexi and how much she needed a community like this. I decided that no matter how nervous I was I would chose to be brave and follow through. This was my chance to be the change I wish to see in the world , even if it’s in a small way.

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Boy am I happy I didn’t give up! Words cannot truly describe how validating it is to be surrounded by women who look like you, are cheering you on, and leaning on each other. At The Plus Strut I witnessed more sisterhood and positivity than I have my entire life. Some of us were fast, some of us were slow. Young and old, different races, various shapes, multiple  levels of physical ability and all sisters in this journey of self love and respect. We laughed, cried, danced, and celebrated each other! Just when I wasn’t sure if I could kee going, a woman would tell me “you’re doing great, you got this!”. When I finished as one of the very last to cross the finish line, I was met with the same level of enthusiasm and congratulations as if I’d fished in first place! I felt seen, represented and like I truly belonged.

May 2nd 2020, save the date! That’s when we will be strutting next, and I want you all strutting by my side. As The Plus Strut slogan says, this ones for us! CDDEB330-1FFA-44EC-8A61-2B65B69D06FA

Hurt No More

 

Content Warning: Abuse

I had the honor of being a part of singer songwriter Dani Jack‘s newest project Hurt. As a survivor of assault, Dani wanted to write a song that all survivors could relate to and create a music video that gives us a voice and shows our strength. That incredible video premieres next month in conjunction with the Second Annual Acoustic Healing Benefit for Espere Community Counseling Center.  (Date: Monday, April 8th/Time: 7pm-10pm-ish/Location: Live Oak Nashville). 6CBC0533-C835-412A-B73E-8FCF60F8C49C

The event is free with an encouraged donated, and any profits that come from the video and benefit go straight to the Roots of Courage program for Espere. I will be there and I hope you will attend as well! This project is very close to my heart as a survivor of multiple assaults and also an abusive marriage. I try to be open about my experiences in hopes of encouraging others to come forward. So in the spirit of transparency: I’m not doing great right now. 

I’ve been battling some intense anxiety lately. Nightmares, panic attacks, changes in behavior. I though it was random or from the stress of being too busy. But I a realized it has everything to do with my (would be)anniversary. Last week marked the anniversary of what would have been 3 years of marriage with my abusive ex husband as well as the anniversary of when I found out he was having an affair. The weeks that followed were a nightmare as the abuse worsened, I reported him, and moved back home. I didn’t think I cared anymore because I’m strong and happy and he means nothing to me. But abuse and trauma runs deep and I can’t help but feel haunted by him. 

The abuse was mostly emotional. Gaslighting, withholding affection, ghosting, twisting my words and somehow always putting the blame of me. He made sure I was in a constant state of insecurity and that at the end of the day I was on my knees begging him to love me. After we married, and he was deployed he had an affair for 7 months of our 1 year of marriage. I realize now that he had probably cheated on me in the four years we dated. 

When he came back from deployment (in Spain doing clerical work by day and partying by night) he was angrier, bolder. He became physical with me, shoving, pulling, pinning me down, backing me into a closet, screaming and threatening me. He didn’t punch me in the face, choke me, or even leave a mark on me but we were certainly on our way. (Abuse always evolves and intensifies). We started couple therapy but it did nothing. He started hiding my car keys and stealing my debit card to control me. When I finally reported the abuse they found my card in his wallet. But it wasn’t enough proof. And the fact I told the therapist in private that I felt unsafe wasn’t enough proof. The navy told me that unless he left a mark on my skin that could be photographed, I had no case. All they could do was give me a 30 day protection order and make him leave the house until I moved out. 

So I reported his infidelity. He had to have some consequence for how he treated me. In the military it’s “illegal” for a service member to cheat on their spouse and it’s especially frowned up to do so with a fellow service member (which he did). They both confessed and he get zero punishment. No justice. He’s been promoted at least 3 times since I left in spring of 2017 (soon after our 1 Year anniversary).

This time two years ago I was living in hell. My mental health was at an all time low, and I felt hopeless and miserable. But little did I know that just a few months later I’d be back in Nashville with my support family enjoying the summer with friends and back on track to pursuing my passions. In many ways I moved on very quickly. I was happier almost instantly and began dating again with ease. But even two years later, when faced with the anniversary of our marriage in 2016, and our demise in 2017,  I’m plagued with feeling those emotions all over again. 

You never forget abuse. The hurt never goes away completely. But you are stronger than you know and you don’t have to live with pain everyday. You are not alone. You’re going to be okay. You’re a survivor. #hurtnomore

If you or someone you know is in need of assistance please call the national domestic abuse hotline 1-800-799-SAFE (7233).

“Just Five More Minutes”

I’m so tired.

Not just tired, like after a long day when you’re ready to cozy up in bed.

I’m exhausted.

I’ve exhausted all my energy to speak, motivation to move, desire to be.

I’m drained.

I’m drained completely of the liveliness in me, left empty and pale skinned.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, the inbox you’ve reached is full. I’ll call back. Maybe later. No I won’t.

Fifteen hours.

I slept for fifteen hours and all I did was have nightmares of losing people I love.

Fifteen hours.

In fifteen hours I could’ve gone to work, hit the gym, walk the dog, cooked dinner.

I login.

I login for the first time in 24 hours and that was a mistake. The world is on fire.

I’m aching.

My back aches from laying down, my stomach from hunger, my head, who knows.

I should shower.

If I shower maybe I could wash away the worry and drowsy, but then I’d have to stand.

I’m guilty.

I feel overwhelmingly guilty for not using my legs, my time, my breath in my lungs.

I’m lucky.

I know I’m lucky to be alive, to be loved, to have the opportunities I hold in my hands.

I’m tired.

I’m just so tired today, I’ll call back tomorrow, I’ll create tomorrow, I’ll post tomorrow.

 

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Bipolar Disorder: A Poem

It’s scary how easily I transitioned

from difficult child to crazy girlfriend

To lost in her twenties to unhappy wife

To a hospital room with fluorescent lights

And monitored phone calls and plastic knives

And shaving my legs under watchful eyes

 

Its funny how often I was called immature

Or defensive or aggressive or too self assured

When inside I was horrified by my own brain

But feeling like two people is hard to explain

That kind of duality makes a person feel insane

And relationships impossible to maintain

 

My highs and my lows are a raging tidal wave

And I’m a tiny sailboat my mother handmade

And perhaps I’ll be lucky and weather the storm

Or be swallowed up whole like all the times before

Gasping for air until I’m washed up on shore

Left naked and freezing and broken and sore

 

It’s scary how many people saw the pain in me

And also saw an opportunity  

To purloin my body or contort my mind

Until only a shell of me is left behind

And my soul transcends space and time

Floating in limbo neither dead nor alive

 

I’ve become strong since I’ve begun to get well

If someone is toxic i can usually tell

Most people, though are well intentioned

With their yoga and vitamin suggestions

Which might work if I needed to aid my digestion

But the fact is I’m sick. There’s no question.

 

I’m sick. That’s okay. The world won’t end.

And I no longer feel I have to pretend.

There is a darkness in me that will never die

And a fire in me that makes me high

But the more I call it by its name

I’m validated and less ashamed

I’m not weak because I’m mentally ill

Im brave because I’m breathing still.
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