#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
Do you ever suspect that everyone else has life figured out and you don’t have a clue? If so, Rachel Hollis has something to tell you: that’s a lie.
As the founder of the lifestyle website TheChicSite.com and CEO of her own media company, Rachel Hollis developed an immense online community by sharing tips for better living while fearlessly revealing the messiness of her own life. Now, in this challenging and inspiring new book, Rachel exposes the twenty lies and misconceptions that too often hold us back from living joyfully and productively, lies we’ve told ourselves so often we don’t even hear them anymore.
With painful honesty and fearless humor, Rachel unpacks and examines the falsehoods that once left her feeling overwhelmed and unworthy, and reveals the specific practical strategies that helped her move past them. In the process, she encourages, entertains, and even kicks a little butt, all to convince you to do whatever it takes to get real and become the joyous, confident woman you were meant to be.
With unflinching faith and rock-hard tenacity, Girl, Wash Your Face shows you how to live with passion and hustle--and how to give yourself grace without giving up.
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About the Author
Rachel Hollis is a #1 New York Times and #1 USA Today bestselling author, a top business podcaster, and one of the most sought-after motivational speakers in the world. As a bestselling author and wildly successful lifestyle influencer, she has built a global social media fanbase in the millions. She’s a proud working mama of four and a big fan of the small town in Texas hill country that the Hollis family calls home.
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The Lie: SOMETHING ELSE WILL MAKE ME HAPPY
I peed my pants last week.
Not full-on peed my pants, like that one time at summer camp when I was ten years old. We were playing capture the flag, and I couldn't hold it a second longer. I didn't want to admit that I'd just wet my pants, so I doused myself with a bottle of water. Imagine, if you will, that once all of my clothes were wet, no one — most especially Christian Clark, my camp crush — was the wiser. I was resourceful even then.
Did others find it odd that I was suddenly soaking wet?
But I'd rather be an oddball than a pants-wetter any day of the week.
As for last week, this wasn't that level of peeing my pants. This was just your regular I've-pushed-three-babies-out-of-my-body dribbling.
Giving birth to a baby is like a space shuttle launch. Everything gets destroyed on the way out, which means that sometimes, you guys, I pee my pants. If this knowledge hurts your tender sensibilities, then I'm going to assume you haven't had bladder-control problems — and I offer you my congratulations. However, if my experience makes sense to you, then you probably have this problem too — which means you just laughed a little, having experienced a similar predicament.
I was jumping with my boys out back, and somebody hollered for me to show off a midair toe touch. This is my only known skill on a trampoline, and if I'm going to work up the gumption to hoist myself onto that spring-loaded death trap, you'd better believe I'm going to give it my all. One second I was soaring through the air like one of the extra-tiny gals they launch into basket tosses during a cheerleading competition, and the next moment my pants were wet. Nobody noticed — unless you count my pride — but it happened just the same. I had to keep jumping so that the continuous wind rush would dry out my shorts. I'm resourceful, remember? The timing was perfection, too, because not thirty minutes later, a previously programmed Facebook post went up showing me trying on dresses for the Oscars.
Before you get the wrong impression, I am not fancy enough to go to the Academy Awards. I am, however, married to someone ultra hunky. He's not really fancy either, but his job certainly is. That means that sometimes I get to wear dresses like a princess and drink free wine in well-lit ballrooms. In these instances, photos show up on Instagram or Facebook of us looking well coiffed and ultra glam, and the internet goes wild. This is prime real estate for people to write me notes about how glamorous my life is, how stylish and fashionable and perfect my world must be. And all I can think when I read those comments later is, I've just peed myself, in public, surrounded by other human beings. I've literally gone to the bathroom in the air while trying to force my hamstrings into unnatural gymnastic positions in order to impress my three-year-old.
Y'all, I'm about as unglamorous as you can get.
And I don't mean that in a celebrity, stars-are-just-like-us kind of way. This is not like that time Gwyneth went makeup-free and, with her perfect skin and her angel-blonde hair, tried to convince us she was just a regular gal even in her four-hundred-dollar T-shirt.
No, I mean this literally.
I am not glamorous. I am 1,000 percent one of the nerdiest people you're likely to meet. If I've somehow managed to convince you otherwise because I run a lifestyle website with pretty pictures, or because my hair looks extra shiny on Instagram sometimes, well, sister, let me set you straight. I am not a perfect wife, not a perfect mother, not a perfect friend or boss, and most definitely not a perfect Christian. Not. Even. Close. I'm not perfect at anything I do — well, except for making and eating dishes that are primarily cheese-based — but the other stuff, the life stuff? Oh girl, I'm struggling.
I feel like it's important to say that. Important enough to base an entire book around the idea, in fact, because I want to make sure you hear it.
I am so incredibly flawed in big ways and small ways and sideways and beside ways, and I make a living telling other women how to better their lives. Me — of the workout regimens and DIY skin-brightening scrub. Me — with the tips on cooking Thanksgiving dinner and the itemized list of how to parent your kids. Me — I am failing.
All. The. Time.
This is important because I want you to understand, my sweet, precious friend, that we're all falling short. Yet even though I fail over and over and over again, I don't let it deter me. I still wake up every day and try again to become a better version of myself. Some days I feel as if I'm getting closer to the best version of me. Other days I eat cream cheese for dinner. But the gift of life is that we get another chance tomorrow.
Somewhere along the way women got the wrong information. Or, I should say, we got so much of the wrong information that we washed our hands of the whole thing. We live in an all-or-nothing society that says I need to look, act, think, and speak perfectly or just throw in the towel and stop trying altogether.
That's what I worry about the most — that you've stopped trying. I get notes from readers and see thousands of comments on my social media feeds. Some of you feel so overwhelmed by your life that you've given up. You're a piece of jetsam being tugged along with the tide. It feels too hard to keep up with the game, so you've quit playing. Oh sure, you're still here. You still show up for work, you still make dinner and take care of your kids, but you're always playing catch-up. You always feel behind and overwhelmed.
Life is not supposed to overwhelm you at all times. Life isn't meant to be merely survived — it's meant to be lived.
Seasons or instances will inevitably feel out of your control, but the moments when you feel like you're drowning are supposed to be brief. They should not be the whole of your existence! The precious life you've been given is like a ship navigating its way across the ocean, and you're meant to be the captain of the vessel. Certainly there are times when storms toss you around or cover the deck with water or break the mast clean in half — but that's when you need to fight your way back, to throw all the water off the boat bucket by bucket. That's when you battle to get yourself back to the helm. This is your life. You are meant to be the hero of your own story.
This doesn't mean you become selfish. This doesn't mean you discard your faith or quit believing in something greater than yourself. What it means is taking responsibility for your own life and your own happiness. Said another way — a harsher, more-likely-to-get-me-punched-in-the-face way — if you're unhappy, that's on you.
When I say unhappy, I mean unhappy. I don't mean depressed. True depression has everything to do with your genetic makeup and the chemical balance in your body. As someone who's battled depression personally, I have the utmost compassion for anyone who's going through it. I also don't mean sadness. Sadness or grief brought on by circumstances outside of your control — like the soul-shredding loss of a loved one — is not something that can be walked through quickly or easily. Sadness and pain are things you have to sit with and get to know or you'll never be able to move on.
When I say unhappy, I mean discontented, unsettled, frustrated, angry — any of a number of emotions that make us want to hide from our lives instead of embracing them with arms wide open like a Creed song. Because happy people — the ones who are enjoying their lives 90 percent of the time — do exist. You've seen them. In fact, you're reading a book written by one right now.
Ultimately, I think that's what people are commenting on in my photos. They're saying, "Your life looks so perfect," but what I think they mean is, "Your life seems happy. You look content. You're always optimistic and grateful. You're always laughing."
I want to explain why ...
I didn't have an easy start. Actually, if I am being honest, the word I would use to describe much of my childhood is traumatic. Our house was chaotic — the highest highs and the lowest lows. There were big parties filled with family and friends, followed by screaming and fighting and crying. Fist-sized holes would find their way into the walls, and plates would shatter against the kitchen floor. My father handled stress with anger; my mother handled it by going to bed for weeks at a time. Like most children who grow up similarly, I didn't know there was any other way to be a family.
Then, when I was fourteen years old, my big brother, Ryan, committed suicide. The things I saw and went through that day will haunt me forever, but they also changed me in a fundamental way. I was the baby of four children and had spent my life up until that point largely ignorant of the world outside my own home. But when Ryan died, our already turbulent and troubled home shattered. If life was difficult before he died, it was untenable afterward.
I grew up in that single day. And amid the anguish and fear and confusion of his death, I recognized a great truth: if I wanted a better life than the one I'd been born into, it was up to me to create it.
The year he died I was a freshman in high school, and I immediately started taking as many classes as I could in order to graduate early. My junior year, I received my diploma and moved to Los Angeles, the closest major city to my small California hometown. To this country mouse, LA seemed like the kind of place where any dream could come true. I was seventeen years old, not even grown-up enough to get a phone line or sign the lease on my apartment without an adult signature, but all I could focus on was finally getting away. For years I'd lived within the chaos of my childhood home thinking, Someday I'll get out of here, and then I'll be happy.
How could I not be happy in LA? I soaked up every inch of it from the second my feet hit the ground. I absorbed the frenetic energy of Hollywood and adapted to the rhythm of the waves rolling to shore along PCH. A multidimensional skyline made me feel worldly. I appreciated the kind of views that only an outsider would see.
Most people don't notice the trees in Beverly Hills. They're much too busy coveting the mansions that sit below them, but the trees were one of the first things I saw. I gloried in beauty for the sake of beauty, since that sort of thing hadn't existed in the place where I'd grown up. The thing is, the trees all match in Beverly Hills. On any given street, around any given corner, and even amid the chaos of a bustling city, you will see row after row of perfect symmetry — a menagerie of Canary Island pines and camphor trees and date palms. They were laid out by the original landscape architect back at the beginning of the twentieth century. They hug the wide streets in meticulous rows, silent sentinels of one of the world's most affluent cities. After a lifetime of chaos, I delighted in the order.
Finally, I thought to myself, I'm where I belong.
Time passed and seasons changed, and my new city eventually taught me one of the most vital lessons I've ever learned. Moving or traveling or getting away? It's just geography. Moving doesn't change who you are. It only changes the view outside your window. You must choose to be happy, grateful, and fulfilled. If you make that choice every single day, regardless of where you are or what's happening, you will be happy.
I get to see my best friend, Amanda, a few times a year. Every time we hang out we talk until our throats are sore and laugh until our cheeks hurt. Amanda and I would have just as much fun hanging out in my living room as we would lying on a beach in Mexico. Now, granted, Mexico is prettier, the weather is nicer, and we'd have easier access to cocktails with little umbrellas in them ... but we can have a great time whether we're in my backyard or behind the Dumpster at the local Walmart because we're so excited to hang out with each other. When you're engaged and involved and choosing to enjoy your own life, it doesn't matter where you are, or frankly, what negative things get hurled at you. You'll still find happiness because it's not about where you are but who you are.
THINGS THAT HELPED ME ...
1. I stopped comparing myself. I stopped comparing myself to other people, and I also stopped comparing myself to whomever I thought I was supposed to be. Comparison is the death of joy, and the only person you need to be better than is the one you were yesterday.
2. I surrounded myself with positivity. I cringe even writing that because it sounds like a poster you'd see taped to the wall of your eighth-grade gym class — but cheesy or not, it's gospel. You become who you surround yourself with. You become what you consume. If you find yourself in a slump or feel as though you're living in a negative space, take a good hard look at who and what you see every day.
3. I figured out what makes me happy and I do those things. This seems like the most obvious idea in the world, but at the end of the day, very few people intentionally choose the things that bring them joy. No, I don't mean that you can build a life around massages and lavish dinners (or maybe you can, fancy pants!). I mean that you should spend more time doing things that feed your spirit: more long walks with your dog, less volunteering for that thing you feel obligated to do but actually hate. You are in charge of your own life, sister, and there's not one thing in it that you're not allowing to be there. Think about it.
The Lie: I'LL START TOMORROW
I can't count the number of diets I've tried. I can't tell you the number of times I've made plans to go to the gym and then blew them off. Number of half marathons I signed up for, paid the entry fee for, and then quietly pretended not to remember when it was time to actually train? Two. Number of times I've declared, "From here on out, I'm going to walk a mile every morning before work!" and then never made it past the third day?
I had this habit for years, as many women do. We talk about the things we'd like to do, be, try, and accomplish, but once we get to the moment of actually doing it, we fold faster than a card table after bunco night.
Maybe we've created this habit because we were brought up observing this pattern. Magazines and TV shows spend a lot of time focusing on what to do when we fall off the wagon rather than teaching us how to stay on it in the first place. Life happens, and the plans we make fall through — but when it becomes such a regular occurrence that the promises we make hold very little actual power in our lives, we need to check ourselves.
A few months ago I was out to dinner with my closest girlfriends. It was an impromptu happy hour that turned into an impromptu dinner and ended up going later than any of us anticipated. I got home after the kids were in bed, and Dave was already deep into a game of Major League Ball or Hard Hitting League or whatever the name is of the baseball game he's played nightly for the last two years of our marriage (without making any real progress that I'm aware of). So I gave him a smooch and chatted with him about his day, then I went downstairs to the basement where our old treadmill is hidden and ran a few miles. I put the evidence of that workout on Snapchat, and later my girlfriend saw it and sent me a text. You worked out after dinner? What in the world?
I wrote back, Yes, because I planned on doing it and didn't want to cancel.
Couldn't you just postpone until tomorrow? She was genuinely perplexed.
No, because I made a promise to myself and I don't break those, not ever.
Ugh, she typed back. I'm the FIRST person I break a promise to.
She's not the only one. I used to do that all the time until I realized how hard I was fighting to keep my word to other people while quickly canceling on myself. I'll work out tomorrow became I'm not working out anytime soon — because honestly, if you really cared about that commitment, you'd do it when you said you would. What if you had a friend who constantly flaked on you? What if every other time you made plans she decided not to show up? What if she gave lame excuses like, "I really want to see you, but this TV show I'm watching is just so good"?
Excerpted from "Girl, Wash Your Face"
Copyright © 2018 Rachel Hollis.
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Table of Contents
Introduction: Hey Girl, Hey!, xi,
1. The Lie: Something Else Will Make Me Happy, 1,
2. The Lie: I'll Start Tomorrow, 11,
3. The Lie: I'm Not Good Enough, 19,
4. The Lie: I'm Better Than You, 33,
5. The Lie: Loving Him Is Enough for Me, 43,
6. The Lie: No Is the Final Answer, 55,
7. The Lie: I'm Bad at Sex, 73,
8. The Lie: I Don't Know How to Be a Mom, 81,
9. The Lie: I'm Not a Good Mom, 89,
10. The Lie: I Should Be Further Along by Now, 103,
11. The Lie: Other People's Kids Are So Much Cleaner/ Better Organized/More Polite, 113,
12. The Lie: I Need to Make Myself Smaller, 125,
13. The Lie: I'm Going to Marry Matt Damon, 135,
14. The Lie: I'm a Terrible Writer, 145,
15. The Lie: I Will Never Get Past This, 153,
16. The Lie: I Can't Tell the Truth, 161,
17. The Lie: I Am Defined by My Weight, 175,
18. The Lie: I Need a Drink, 187,
19. The Lie: There's Only One Right Way to Be, 197,
20. The Lie: I Need a Hero, 207,
About the Author, 219,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This book was recommended to me by my hair dresser who is 20 years younger than me. I thought prior to reading that its content might not apply to me a fifty plus woman. I was wrong. It is a must read with hard truths and inspiring personal stories. It has made me think about whats keeping me from succeeding in all areas of my life.
This book is real. She pours out her sadness to give you hope through yours. She doesn’t try to sell you some miracle self help book. She speaks as though you (the reader) is her friend that she genuinely wants to succeed. I loved every page and will read over and over.
Each chapter was better than the last. The book spoke to me in so many ways!
If your looking to better your life. Have more grace for your journey. Get motivated about your business this is the book for you. Rachel Hollis doesn't play by any rules and neither should you!
Such an easy read! I love Rachel and her style of writing. So much truth behind every word
I loved the book. Might have to get a paper form so I can share it with my girlfriends.
Such an inspiration
I decided to review this book when I learned Rachel was a Christian and I knew many non-believers were reading her book. So I was curious what all the fuss was about. Before I even started reading this book I did a bit more research on Rachel and my view became a bit bent. There are many people who criticize her. After reading this book I have to say I think her book is really more for the non-believer or the new believer. There isn’t much depth. But I think it is good for what it is. I think a believer needs to know that going into it. If you are looking for something deeper don’t read this book. I think she has a platform and who knows maybe she will reach someone with the truth of the gospel that is sprinkled in this book. I appreciated her true stories from her own life and how she has overcome her struggles. No one is perfect even if they appear to be on the outside. I do wish there was more emphasis on the fact that the only way to true happiness is through Jesus. She says only you can make you happy. If I had to rely on myself I would have no hope. In choosing Jesus I can be happy, apart from Him everything else is meaningless. A copy of this book was given to me through Netgalley.com. All opinions are my own.
Tns book was dissapointing.
I was somewhat skeptical about this book at first. But with each sentence I keep identifying with every single word! This book gave me goose bumps, made me laugh, cry and helped turn a light back on that had gone off a long time ago. I didn’t want the book to end lol!! I will be reading this over and over again and giving it to my daughters for Christmas!
Very inspiring, it was referred to me by a friend on Facebook and I loved it.
Excellent book! A definite must-read for every single woman in the whole entire world. Seriously. Hollis does a beautiful job laying out ugly truths and encouraging the reader to make a better life. As she says, STOP waiting for someone else to fix your life. Take care of your body. Go all-in towards your goals. Stop comparing yourself to others. No excuses. Be a good human and treat other humans with kindness and respect. Cry. Laugh. Have fun and be silly. Love. EAT. Have sex. Stop judging people. Lift each other up. Embrace the chaos and don't you EVER give up. Determine what you want your life to be like and go get 'em.
Really enjoyed this book. If you struggle with negative self talk or motivation to simply keep reaching for your dreams this book will not disappoint. The author is honest and vulnerable in her story, in a way that encourages other women to take care of themselves so they have the ability to care for others, while never giving up their dream with practical tips on how to.
Luv! Luv! Luv! This book!
This book is a slap in the face of any strong woman who has a weak moment but needs reminders of her strength, worth, and goals.
Girl, Wash Your Face By Rachel Hollis Easy to read: Yes Life changing: Yes Inspiring: Yes Full of truths: Yes Down to earth: Yes Yes, Yes, Yes to this book. I want to buy it for every girl I know young and old. I think that Rachels honesty throughout this book is what makes it so special. We are all in need of her words and I hope that you read this book! Perspective: 31 yr old, wife to my high school sweetheart, mother of 2 boys (3 and 7), casual Occupational Therapy Assistant, a sufferer of anxiety/depression, and most important Jesus freak. I can say that this book was read in almost an evening and got me all pumped I couldn't go to sleep. Not to steal the phrase but just do it. I received this book from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Makes you feel like we are all in this and struggling sometimes and have to see the silver lining.
This was okay in terms of self-help reads; I've read better ones but also have read worse. Pros: My favorite part of this book was reading about Rachel's experiences and stories. I really connected to her experiences and like how she tied personal stories to the advice she was given. I also like how Rachel radiates positivity. Cons: I did not get too much out of the advice Rachel was giving, mostly because I've heard most of it before. I agree with a lot of it but I don't feel like this book brought anything new to the table. This might be a good book for people starting out reading self-help books. I do not recommend it for someone who reads a lot of them.
Would this be a good book for an 11 year old that is in to the young women stuff and that is acting like a normal young girl.?
If you are over the age of 50 don't bother reading this book. It is all stuff you learned in your 20's and 30's by living life and raising kids. Found it boring and hard to relate to her lifestyle. Definitely not a middle class average girl.
There is a lot the average person can connect with in this book to not feeling like a good mother to trauma etc
My hero!! I appreciate your truth and honesty ! Thank you for sharing this so I can share it with others!