I can’t help but shake my head and laugh as I start to write this.
Because I can’t believe that I….of all people….created a website dedicated to cannabis.
I’m the girl who always opted to be skipped when the blunt went around.
The only girl at the party who stayed inside while everyone went out to smoke a joint.
The girl who thought…”Eh, maybe I’ll give it another chance,” and then hacked up a lung for 10 minutes after hitting the bowl.
I am not a ‘weed smoker.’
My first experience with marijuana was probably the same as many of yours.
A high school friend persuaded me to get high with her on a Saturday night, with some pot she stole from her dad.
I hit the bowl, coughed up a lung, and said, “wow, this feels like a movie,” before I promptly threw up all over myself. I went to bed that night stoned, woke up still high, and spent the entire next day completely burnt out.
But, that seriously dim experience didn’t stop me. I smoked at parties, with my boyfriend, in the back of cars, and mostly, in the garage of my friend’s parents’ house.
I kept smoking weed, but it came along with panic attacks, the spins, feeling like a degenerate, and one New Year’s Eve spent dry heaving in a stranger’s kitchen trash can.
So, I called it. I decided that weed just wasn’t for me. I thought that my body just couldn’t handle it, and that it wasn’t worth the negative experiences.
While I continued to turn weed down through my teens and twenties, I was always kind of jealous of the people who smoked it. I could see how relaxed it made them, how funny everything seemed to be, and how much joy it brought them.
I wished marijuana would do that for me too.
It wasn’t until I spent some time in Colorado that I discovered edibles. I ate a 10mg gummy from a local dispensary and had a much different experience.
I felt relaxed, carefree, and laughed (a lot.) There was no dry heaving, panic attacks, or vomiting. I loved that the effects of the edible came on slowly, so I had a chance to get used to feeling different. This alone helped keep the anxiety away.
Finally feeling the calming benefits of weed, and noticing the changing marijuana laws, I realized that something big was happening.
Something sort of clicked for me and I realized that there were probably a ton of ‘non-stoner’ people out there who wished they liked weed more.
Who tried marijuana when they were young, probably smoked too much, didn’t have access to quality weed, and just gave up.
Who would probably benefit from this healing plant if they just knew how much to consume.
Especially if they had better options for consuming it.
People who suffered from anxiety, depression, and chronic pain, who would love to get the good parts of weed, without the bad.
So, that’s why I started Miss Marijuana. I wanted to create a space where the everyday woman could feel at peace with using marijuana for health and wellness.
I wanted to re-frame weed as a form of natural medication rather than a party drug you hide from your parents.
I wanted to move away from stoner culture. The one that paints cannabis users in tie-dye shirts, melted into the couch eating chips and playing video games.
Using Miss Marijuana, I want to paint a new picture. One of a successful, professional woman using cannabis to treat her chronic back pain. Of a superhero mom who trades her wine for a joint after the kids go to bed. Of stressed out grad students who pop a cannabis gummy every now and then when they’re on the verge of a mental breakdown.
For any woman who just wants to relax, heal, and be happy without feeling like a criminal.
I also want Miss Marijuana to be a platform for cannabis professionals, coaches, and users to share their experiences. To help others help themselves with weed and CBD.
When people think of Miss Marijuana, I hope that they can view it as a safe space. A place that recognizes that marijuana can help people heal and feel better. And that it’s totally OK.