Why I Like the Power Rangers

We all have that one thing that we love that we tell NO ONE about. It’s our guilt pleasure, the thing we watch in secret on Saturday Nights when we’re not out with our friends. For me, that was the power rangers. All through out high school I tried to conform–we all did. High school isn’t a place where we bloom in adversity. We’re convinced that we need to be like everyone else to fit in, be popular, or just stay out of the resident bully’s radar. 

So we hide everything about ourselves that makes us different thinking that will make things better. 

Well it doesn’t. 

In fact it’s those tiny little things you hide from everyone else that makes you beautiful. Whether it’s how smart you are, how much you love classical music, or how insanely obsessed with comic books. It’s those tiny little things that make you a who you are. 

For me, I was obsessed with the Power Rangers. I used to watch them with my cousin when I was young. We would spend every weekend together and wake up early on Saturdays to catch the two MMP episodes. Sure, super heros were amazing but my heart was with the band of hearty teenagers with attitude. 

Why you ask? It’s because every other Super hero story out there was about a person, an adult, who either was zapped by some weird science thing or some sort of alien. Maybe they were insanely rich and had a lot of baggage. 

It’s not often there’s a good super hero story out there that revolves around teenager who have to save the world AND go through puberty. I mean, puberty is hard enough. Try adding puddys, Goldar, monsters and aliens to the mix. Oh–and forget Lord Zed and Rita! 

I’ve always loved superhero everything because it made me feel like I could be anything. But the power rangers inspired to be a better person. No matter who I was, super hero or concerned citizen, it was always important to focus on being the best version of you. 

 Every season of Power Rangers there is, from MMP to Samuri–it inspires kids to be the best version of themselves. I haven’t watched the newer ones so I don’t know if there’s any out there other than LSR and Time Force that have adult protagonists. Unless you count Zeo and Turbo. But those characters were Power Rangers in high school and were so bad ass that they remained Power Rangers even after they became adults. 

There’s these kids that a friend of mine works with. He’s a counsellor for kids with Autism. Let me tell you, thu eat up anything and everything about the Power Rangers. They always talk about how when they grow up they wanna be smart like Billy or strong like Jason and Tommy. It makes me so unbelievably happy. 

And now there’s a movie!! I know it flopped but I was the first person in line at the movie theatre the day it opened and I bought the Blue Ray the day it hit the shelves. This show , this franchise, has always been an inspiration to me. If you’ve hear me talk about my little Tv show that I write for my friends, you should know it was inspired by the Power Rangers. 

The characters struggle with everyday things, fights with friends, depression, the fear of not being good enough, being bullied, even family issues. How close the teams are, how they love each other and how they forgive each other is how kids should be. Friendship is a gift we all take for granted. It’s a beautiful gem that needs to be cherished and how often to we as kids or even adults throw it away for a mean comment or the next big trend? How often to we let friendships fade because we hate confrontation or we’re so focused on how many likes on Insta we get? Or maybe it’s the new boy/girl in town. 

Let me tell you something. Those teens from Angel Grove wouldn’t have let that happen. In fact I’m pretty sure Tommy tried to kill his friends and they still forgave him. All I’m saying is that the Power Rangers are very good role models for kids. They come in every size, shape, form and fashion. They’re accepting, forgiving, compassionate and let’s not forget they all studied together. I like to think that I turned out the way I did because of what I didn’t watch as a child. I’m glad my parents wouldn’t let me watch certain cartoons or play certain video games. When I look back on my child hood, I wanted to be a Power Ranger so bad that I spent every waking minute I could out side training, fighting bad guys, or exploring. And I rubbed off on my sisters because they did the same thing. Just not as good as me. :p 

Just kidding. They’re amazing. And they’re the light of my life. I didn’t realise I wrote so much. Good golly guys…ok I’m going to go binge watch something now. 

Enjoy the rest of your week. 

OXOXOX 

Love, 

Kat

What It’s Like Being a Writer

Hello everyone.

Today I’m going to tell you about how I constantly bring myself to tears and give myself panic attacks. I guess it’s not really my fault, but I created these characters and though they seemed to have taken on a life of their own I am their creator so any pain and hardship they encounter is ultimately my own doing, yes?

I’m definitely not a professional writer, though I would love to be. My one problem is that I have way to many projects going on at once. Some are personal, some are with friends, and others I created for this very blog. Sometimes my characters get angry with me and refuse to cooperate. Most writers associate this with writers block, but I however like to think that the characters in the stories I create just need some personal space and therefore refuse to ‘talk to me’ as my friend Queenie so brilliantly put it.

I suppose I should spend my down time reading but instead I watch a lot of netflix then while I’m driving I tend to have the apostrophes (that was a Hook reference) and get myself overly excited to begin writing again. Just this week, as I was trying to work on a very different blog post about a friends organized yet unorganized wedding I was struck with a brilliant idea to get my television series started again.

About a year ago, a friend from college approached me after reading a few documents I sent him. He said that the material was original, captivating and exciting but it wasn’t going anywhere. I had hundreds of scattered documents telling the stories of a series of characters I had created when I was in Jr. High that helped me cope with my parents divorce. He encouraged me to start their story from the beginning and so began the Anthrogean Chronicles. I put out chapters on our shared google drive folder that my friends referred to as episodes. And I’ve been writing them ever since. Currently I’m on season five and I had been stuck on a heart wrenching scene where my MC’s already broken heart was shattered once more.

I don’t want to spoil any details because I plan on releasing them maybe on this blog or Archive of Our Own as a Fan Fiction of sorts–but let me tell you I cried so hard. I was up till three A.M. bawling my eyes out as my MC’s heart was splayed out for everyone to see. I’ve tortured this girl, her, her friends and her family and it’s heartbreaking because I don’t know what will happen. I always say that they’ll get their happy ending but with the way things look now, the happy ending I originally planned doesn’t look so happy anymore.

This is what it’s like to be an author. The characters–these people–that I’ve created are like my children. I hurt when they hurt, I’m happy when they’re happy, and although I may know a few things they don’t I certainly don’t know what their future will hold. I’ve written many things, including a novel, and somehow nothing turns out quite like I had envisioned them too. I don’t know about any of the professional authors out there, but an outline is just that, it’s an outline. The future is always in flux, always in a constant state of change and that happy ending you planned for your characters could be ripped away with one quick flick of the wrist. One pull of a trigger or one wrong sentence and it could change their lives forever.

I’m under no impression that my characters are real, I’m not that crazy old bat from Nim’s Island, but I do feel what they feel. I’m there for every homicidal thought, tear of joy and heart shattering moment.

So you want to know why some authors are a little crazy? It’s because our over active imaginations keep us up at night. Our characters are constantly buzzing in the back of our minds, they’re in every cup of coffee and every flurried flight of our fingers over the keyboard. They are apart of us and we wouldn’t want it any other way. I even accidentally dress like one of my characters when I’m in a bad mood. Instead of my normal hipster vibe, I opt for a dark ensemble and my combat boots.

This is the power of writing. Words can inspire even the most stubborn of people to be better. Writing is an art and a good writer can not only weave words into a finely knitted novel, but they can weave themselves into your heart. Phrases from my favorite novels as a child still hover in my thoughts and encourage me to try harder, be better and live happier. A good author will embed words into the reader’s hearts, and that’s what I aim to do. I just hadn’t been aware that first I would embed the words into my own heart.

Last month I wrote this crazy piece about a girl who had amnesia and her best friend, who was secretly in love with her, refused to leave her alone. I made myself and my best friend cry so flipping hard. Honestly, if I didn’t write I wouldn’t even know what emotions were.

That’s what it’s like to be a writer. Even if no one else ever reads your work, you still created something beautiful and you should be proud of that.

 

Have a good weekend WildeKats,

OXOXO

Kat

Fibromyalgia Hack: The Long Line Bra

Hello my WildeKats, 

Today we’re gonna talk about bra’s. Mostly because I just walked out of Victoria’s Secret with two amazing sports bras. Le sigh. 

As a spoonie and a female, finding the perfect bra is detrimental to every day comfort. But as a spoonie, the bra issue is my most problematic because most days it hurts to wear one. Mostly I go braless if I can get away with it or I wear breast lift tape, which I spoke about in my last post. But sometimes a good bra is a necessity. 

I prefer bralettes now a days but it’s so hard to find good affordable ones. Especially for little Oh 34DD me. I need something with a full coverage cup, adjustable straps but also something comfortable. I know, that’s next to impossible, right? Wrong. With the proper digging you will find the perfect product and you will buy it like it’s going out of style. Victorias Secret, Old Navy and Forever 21 are my not-so-Secret weapons when I’m looking for under garments and active clothing. 

Today, however, I want to discuss the all powerful: Sports Bra. *cue dramatic music*

As someone with Fibromyalgia and RA I feel staying active and healthy is mucho importante. It’s hard, believe me–I know. I’m about to start an elimination diet and I’m silently crying inside. When it comes to sports bras I don’t rely on Nike or Addidas to get me through my yoga class. I only buy from Victoria’s Secret, Old Navy and occasionally Dick’s Sporting Goods if I can find a specific style. 

The style I prefer looks like those weird Equestrian sports bras or crop tops. They’re called long line sports bras, they come in any style you can think of and they’re ah-mazing. I’m pretty chesty, so I prefer a bra that has thick straps to avoid the dreaded shoulder indentations. And because my main problem area is that area along your back where you’re bra connects in the back, I HAVE to have a bra that covers that area completely. 

For me they act as a compression sock for you’re upper body, save the shoulders. They feel great, they’re unbelievably comfortable and you can wear them as a crop top. I strut around my apartment in them all the time, I even went to dinner in one. 

Now of course they make them with normal straps if that’s what you’re into. They even have normal long line bras! For me, I need the thick straps and compression so this is what I buy. I find them more often in Victoria’s Secret but they’re everywhere. You just have to dig. I prefer not to order clothing online but you can definitely find these on Amazon. 

Here’s the two I just bought on sale at VS. I couldn’t believe the hold they have, they more than passed the bounce test in the dressing room. I’m almost excited for tomorrow’s yoga session–almost. Still not looking forward to getting up at 6am though. 

What’s your favourite sports bra? Comment below! 

OXOXO

Kat ❤️

Better Late Than Never 

I just realised that it’s Thursday and I didn’t post on Monday. I apologise. A lot has happened this week, I had some job interviews, an article I wrote was published in a local newspaper, my best friend came into town.  Needless to say, I’ve been a little busy. Also Fibrofog has hit me hard this week. But I looked fabulous so who cares right?? 


I found a million reasons to hate the way I looked in this picture. I guess that’s one of the reasons I wasn’t hurrying to write this post. I’ve been forced to do a lot of soul searching this month. Figuring out who I am, what kind of career I want, and most importantly–am I going to let my illness get the better of me. 

I’ve been using my lack of employment and my illness[s] as an excuse not to make up my mind on a lot of things. I’ve enjoyed my impromptu vacation of sorts but I’m bored. And I lack the motivation to do something about it. I kept telling myself that I’m not physically capable of doing what I want. But that is a lie. I may not be right now but I will be. 

The outfit above was purchased in my favourite city: London. Just last year I was prancing down Oxford Street without a care in the world. So much has changed but I am determined to make it back to the UK. 

Everything was bought at H&M in London. Except my bag. I got that in the states recently. I don’t normally carry purses. In light of recent events, I have made some changes to my fashion go-to’s bc medications don’t fit in my collection of small hip bags. 

Have a wonderful weekend my loves. And remember, love who you are ❤️ 

OXOXO

Kat