Nothing I do makes sense, well I mean it doesn’t “mesh” or fit according to the standard “what makes a woman great” memo that the world has been handed. I tend to leave people scratching their heads, unsure what I just said or did. Unable to truly understand the methods to my madness until much later after they’ve allowed it to process, then it “sort of” makes sense. But even then, I’m a walking contradiction.
Continue reading “I’m Not The Standard”
Real talk, lately I’ve been super frustrated in a couple of areas of life. I’ve been put in a few situations where I was told, or told myself, that I needed to just back off and not say anything.
I was left to stand here feeling like I was choking, feet stuck in the concrete. Like legit, uncomfortable as fuck from not saying what was on my mind or for not opening up the conversation… No matter how tough that conversation may or may not have been if I had.
Continue reading “Is Keeping Your Mouth Shut Inauthentic?”
I keep this photo on my refrigerator door so I see it every day.
Not because that’s my goal body like most people would assume. (It’s pre-boob job and pre-squat for the booty so no, trust me it’s not my goal body)
I keep it there as a reminder of when I first got a taste of TRUE FREEDOM.
I’m 18 years old in this picture. Standing on the beach in San Diego.
This was the first time I had traveled alone.
The first time I put my toes in the Pacific Ocean.
The first time I had traveled West at all actually. Continue reading “My Photo on the Refrigerator”
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