anti-sex trafficking fundraiser turned yogi turned… missionary?
go figure.
My name is Katherine Marie Davis. When I was younger my softball coach thought it was easier to yell “Kat” than “Katherine”, and I’ve gone by that name ever since. (Although some of my closest friends call me Kitty. meow!)
I was born just a few miles outside Washington, D.C. and have spent my entire life here. I currently live in Virginia but will always be a Marylander at heart.
I studied American Studies at a small liberal arts college in Virgina (don't feel bad if you don't know what it means – I have a degree in it and barely understand it…).
I spent a little while raising money for an anti-trafficking organization after college and fell in love with the movement. Now, I spend my days selling yoga pants and promoting a lifestyle of fitness, love, and way too much fun. (…It seemed like a seamless transition at the time.)
I absolutely love life.
I love laughing and being surrounded by good friends. I am passionate about Jesus, seeing the empowerment of women and a good dirty chai latte. I desire a life that is radical, unconventional, constantly filled with new adventures and completely guided by the Holy Spirit.
I have a beautiful sister, Lizzie, a cute little nephew, and the nicest guy you’ve ever met as a brother, Tim.
I become more like my father on a daily basis, and I become more comfortable with that every day. My father is the most honest and honorable man I’ve ever known. He’s also one of the craziest and most ridiculous people I’ve ever known (I mean, the man’s name is Richmond. How could he not be ridiculous?!) He’s pretty witty, too, although in recent years I’ve surpassed him in that attribute (I can hear him laughing now. Don’t worry, he’s really proud that he passed that along to me.)
My dad is my travel-buddy and partner in crime. (Ask me about the time we got off at the wrong train station in rural Budapest – and how he almost left all of our travel documents on the train). He’s a criminal defense attorney and is the smartest guy I know – he’s my go-to political & economical guru.
My mother is… a saint. Seriously. She is the most amazing woman I’ve ever known and I can honestly say I wouldn’t be alive today without her. She is selfless, generous, and the epitome of a woman who loves others. My goal in life is to be more like her.
I have amazing, amazing friends and an incredible small group. All of them keep me laughing on a daily basis.
I decided a little while ago that the fastest & most effective way to get to know someone was through lists of random facts. And so, in an effort to let you in on the “real” me, I present to you: The Story of Kat, in bullet points.
- I often get mistaken for a high-school student. And the plastic on my ID is peeling… which doesn't help my "No, I swear it's real" defense.
- When I was five, my brother thought it would be funny to lock me in the little walkway between our garage and laundry room. It was only for three minutes, but I have blamed him for my claustrophobia ever since.
- I could live on cereal. Seriously, I often do.
- My friends know me well enough to know that I rarely do phone calls. They're also not offended if they call me, I ignore the call, and immediately text them back.
- When Lizzie and I were little, she forced me underneath the sink of our downstairs bathroom and chopped off all my hair. She didn't get in trouble because my mom thought it was funny.
- I am conservative with very liberal leanings. Sometimes it confuses people… but I just think love is more important than political ideologies.
- One time I woke up in the middle of the night craving Dove Promises. I got out of bed and got some from my desk. I woke up the next morning with melted Promises in my hand. And all over my bed.
- I will always be a Baltimore Orioles fan. Even if I move away. And even if they keep losing.
- I didn't realize my sister doesn't look exactly exactly like me until I was in the sixth grade.
- I think my generation should become more comfortable using the word "whom".
- One of my biggest regrets is that my cousins from Vietnam didn't teach me Vietnamese when I was growing up.
- I will only write with a black pen if it's the only available option.
- Every year or so I decide it's a good idea to chop off my hair and donate it.
- I am obsessed with crime shows on TV.
- I can recite all the lyrics of Antoine Dodson's "Bed Intruder Song". And it never gets old to me.
