Marketing consultant: “For your headshot, you should be in white. Something billowy and clean to visually represent how clean your product is."
Tonya: “I can’t be trusted with white.”
Marketing consultant: “Well, what about something that captures your personality.”
Tonya: “I have a purple dress that matches my purple hair and LOOK(!), cute purple socks! It’s Portland hipster meets Teletubby.”
Exasperated marketing consultant:😐
I make a to-do list:
Where’d I put my calendar?!?
Where’d I put my to-do list?!?!
Makeup artist (Wendy) arrives on time. Sh*t. I’m not ready. Can’t find the socks. Where’d I put the socks?!?
Photographer 1 (Morgan), Photographer 2 (Kelsey) arrive on time. Sh*t. I’m not ready. Where’d I put my damn socks?!?!?!
Morgan and Kelsey set up lights while I tear apart my closet looking for the socks.
Wendy: “Did you wash them.”
Tonya: “Oh! Yes.”
Pull the socks from their four day slumber in the dryer.
I step up to the light and flip it on. Instantly, the cold blue florescent light causes chaotic signaling in my brain and my whole body slumps. Can’t recall words. Can’t keep my eyes open. I need to lay down. Just for a minute.
Morgan is in the loft and says, “If you put one arm up and one arm down, you look like you’re dead.”
That feels accurate, I think to myself. I will my brain to move my arms. The photographers giggle. I let loose something resembling a giggle…? I’m so tired. The cool floor feels good on my forehead. That’s all I can think about. Oops, I just drooled on the floor. I feel Kelsey straighten my dress and play with my hair. That’s nice, I think to myself. I can’t get up.
20? 30? 40 minutes later, the women are packing up. We’re going to need to reschedule.
Sh*t. Where’d I put my calendar?!?!
Hi! I'm Tonya Butts.
I am the founder/owner and now the face of Sweet Apricity. And on any given day, THIS is what the face of the company looks like. I am adventuring with general autoimmunity (leaky gut), PCOS, mold toxicity, and heavy metals. I haven’t always been this way and I don’t believe I always will be. What I do know is that this current iteration of me is a fascinating mix of all the most beautiful and terrifying parts of being human. As it should be.
For a year, I’ve wondered how to insert myself into the story of this company I’ve asked you to trust. How much of my adventuring/processing/practicing do you want to hear? How much do I want to share? My life doesn’t look like the other entrepreneurs I’ve seen. My life doesn’t look like the Instagram feeds of people living their best life. My company occupies a health-centered corner of the market and yet I am not at optimum health. Do I even belong here? I don’t know the answer to that, but here I am. I thought a professional headshot would be the best jump off point, but as you know with autoimmunity often our best efforts fall short of our expectations. Sometimes, face-down, drooling on the floor is the best we can do. And for now, that'll be good enough.
I want to know how autoimmunity has thwarted your best laid plans! Comment below or shoot us an email at Story@SweetApricity.com and share your experience with us.