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Own your shit!


As some of you know, I had to sell a majority of my clothes a couple years ago.

Where I was going, was too humid to wear a lot of stuff I had accumulated over the years.

Furthermore, I wasn’t going to travel internationally with all my clothes (ever again).

So – I had a “closet sale” posted on gumtree for a week or so.

I had a few people message me about whether or not I’d sell some of my clothes to a boy.

One person in particular I had never met, but have been Facebook friends for a while.

I was completely taken by surprise that this was a guy!  I had NO idea!

But I was honoured that he trusted me enough to tell me, as well as want some of my stuff.  He was totally cool with his shit.

Then, another guy, total complete stranger, messaged me.

I arranged for him to come by to take a look at some dresses and “skinny jeans”.

After spending 3 years in the “muscle fetish” world, nothing really surprises me anymore.  I’m one of the most open-minded people I know, and am a bit odd myself.

I find “normal” boring AF, and think there should be more “freaks” in office.


After some going back and forth via text message with this boy, I had a feeling he was going to show up in women’s clothing, and wasn’t the least bit anxious.

However, when he pulled up and parked across the street, and sat out front for 10 mins, I started wondering.

I thought when guys crossdressed, they either were all in, or all out.  Either wearing a wig, makeup, heels, and the rest of the kit – or not at all.

After some coaxing, this fella got out of the car wearing flip-flops, a skirt and tight shirt that didn’t match, and a black windbreaker.  No wig.  No makeup.

As he started walking up the driveway. I opened the front door, standing in my black tights and neon green sports bra.

Looking ragged AF, I said “Hi Jasmine!”… without batting an eyelid.

<this is how my brain works> I wanted to use a little scare tactic and throw open the door to disrupt the energy flow and make sure this guy wasn’t packing a machine gun under that jacket! I told y’all I’m very open-minded…. so much that sometimes I think more on the paranoid side than not.

Again, anyway…

He walked in, SUPER nervous, and said “h-h-hi”.

I escorted him back to the closet, and pointed out some dresses and “skinny jeans”. (I put skinny jeans in quotation marks ” because I think that’s a stupid way to describe tight jeans).

Long story short, I gave him a tight dress for free I’d picked up from forever21 for like $6.

As we were walking to the front door, I said,

“Who fucking cares what you do in your spare time!”;

“own your shit!”;

“I’m not supposed to have muscles, but do you think I give a fuck?!  Nice to meet you!”

After about 10 minutes, he sent a text thanking me.

I wrote back and said, “the more you own your shit, and are OK with yourself, the more society will accept you for you.

Negativity will come because you attract it.

If you have negative thoughts about yourself, and feel like you’re doing something that you shouldn’t be, then you’ll attract bags and bags of dicks.

I know it’s hard at first, but “fake it till you make it.”

You know – you’ve got to surround yourself with people who approve, support and don’t give a rats ass WHAT or HOW you look, SO AS LONG AS YOU ARE HAPPY!

This whole concept of “owning your shit” is the basis of KOnfidence.

As I always say “work what cha mama gave ya!”…..

If you love it, then everyone else does too.

Some day I’m going to release this goddamn book I wrote 7 years ago where I talk about how we all know that one boy or girl when we were younger – that one boy or girl who was NOT the standard of attractive growing up.

However, they were confident, and thought they were ‘the shit’, and had an air about them that made them attractive.

For me, it was a guy named Byron in college at Sonoma State University.

This guy had a fucking unibrow and was a bit lanky.

He wasn’t a hunk by any means, but because he felt like he was Elvis reincarnated or something, he oozed confidence, therefor oozed attractiveness.

So whether you cross dress, wear muscles as a female, gay, whoever you are or whatever you do – own your shit!

Be proud of your unique style and be OK with it.

It starts by making a conscious decision to accept yourself.

Practice it – rewire your brain to thinking you ARE OK, and that there is nothing “wrong” with your decisions.

Then watch what starts happening to your environment…..

That is all.

Namaste Bitchesssssssssssss!

PS. Just remember, if you get teased or bullied about who you are or what you do – those people are asses, simply because it’s a reflection of their own insecurity.

Rise above, and OWN. YOUR. SHIT!

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Kortney Olson is a visionary powerhouse who is making her mark to create a world where women are free from all forms of self-harm. Kortney is the Originator of the not-for-profit organisation, Kamp Konfidence, which is a prevention-based wellness experience for teenage girls aged 14-17 that has taken the country of Australia by storm. The Kamp Konfidence team are on a mission to teach the habits, principles and lessons that aid the development of self love, all in a non-judgemental, fun and friendly environment.

Kortney is the first and reigning Australian Women’s arm wrestling champion, Queensland state Brazilian jiu jitsu champion, 4 time international bodybuilding competitor, author, TV personality, certified personal trainer, and Olympic lifting and cross fit coach. Kortney is here to raise the bar-bell in gender equality.

Kortney’s proudest accomplishment is being crowned as “The woman with the world’s deadliest thighs” by Stan Lee, creator of Marvel Comics, after she appeared on an episode of Superhumans where she demonstrated her leg strength by smashing watermelons between her thighs, exerting 3 times the crush force of a reticulated python, and knocking out a professional MMA fighter.

“I have this unshakeable belief that if the female energy isn’t united, lifted up and emancipated globally, our chances of survival as a human race are slim to none. How can we focus on be our best when we’re busy fearing we look our worst?”

Kortney loves dogs, plays golf, and likes to leave the toilet seat up after using the men’s restroom. She’s also certified as a Laughter Yoga instructor and a Psych-K Facilitator, with the aim to empower and inspire people to seek natural wellness.