Dear You

I’m in a season of sorting.

Sorting out lies I've been told and replacing them with truth that speaks directly to my identity as a daughter, pave-maker, and woman who is sprinting after my passions in this great big world. If I am being honest, it can be far too easy to sit back and be a watcher instead of a doer because, let’s face it, my life is less likely to be criticized as a watcher.

But, I don't want to sit back and watch the world change without being part of it.

I never want to catch myself sitting idly on the sidelines in an effort to protect myself from the criticism and push back that comes from boldly living in pursuit of what sets my soul on fire.

Can I get an amen?

I refuse to let myself pass up opportunities to grow - out of fear of becoming too much of a woman to be pursued. Sounds like a crazy thought; however, it is sad how often this lie is told to the ones who are living radically and unapologetically as this world tells us to fit a specific mold to feel valued and chosen.

A friend of mine recently sent me the following poem and I couldn't help thinking how fitting it is to this topic:

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Dear You,

Sometimes, you'll just be too much of an individual.

Too smart.

Too alive.

Too strong.

Too much of something that makes others feel like less of them, which will start making you feel like you have to be less of you.

The biggest mistake you can make is removing jewels from your crown to make it easier for someone else to carry.

When this happens, I need you to understand you do not need a smaller crown - you need to be surrounded by people with bigger hands.

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You are celebrated.

You are adored.

You are ecstatically chosen.

Never let anyone tell you otherwise.

Until Next Time,

Reagan



Welcome To Our Living Room

We’re here for the in-between moments.

I would like to formally welcome you to our blog! Before I go any further, let me introduce myself. I’m Reagan Imergoot. My history with BreakDown STL includes four years as a dancer, two years on the Core Team as the Dance Captain, member of the OffStage startup team, current intern, and active alumnus.

As a senior at Missouri State University, my peers ask why I stay so heavily involved in an organization that focuses on high school students. My response?

The in-between moments.

Allow me to explain. In most of life, and especially with BreakDown STL, people see the highlight reel. These moments shine from an OnStage presentation, team bonding events, our social media presence… the list goes on. Don’t get me wrong -  these moments are incredibly special; however, it’s the in-between moments that keep drawing me back.

So … welcome to our “Living Room”. Here you’ll get a ringside seat into the non-highlight reel. You’ll be with us in victories I’m not sure I can adequately explain in writing. Like when:

  • A young girl accepts the truth that she doesn’t have to sleep with her boyfriend to have significance.

  • The high school jock makes the decision to stop using steroids to cheat the system.

  • The suicidal student courageously speaks up about her plan and vulnerably gets help.

  • Girls are told, maybe for the first time, they don’t have to starve to be beautiful.

  • Students step up to tell their peers it’s never too late for a second chance.

  • Lies are shattered.

  • Truth’s revealed.

  • Lives are transformed.

Right here we will share stories of real teens in the life-altering moments that keep me coming back!

So, please. Feel free to share what you find in our “Living Room”. Lives are being changed in the still, quiet moments and we plan to continue celebrating them.

Afterall, the world isn’t going to be changed by highlight reel.

Until Next Time,

Reagan