I reached my 30s and realized my perspective on life looked different. As I began this journey of an unknown territory, I realized I was meeting women literally everyday who were just like me. Self care deficient, Self Love hungry and in a straight up identity crisis. Women who were stuck in this rut of unhappiness. Simply because they felt…
I met this woman in my late teens/early 20’s, and she was simply electric. We bonded instantly over a joke and we have been laughing ever since. Here is the thing, I never forget the impact people have on me, whether it’s good or bad. I embody my experiences with life and people. They ultimately shape the way I view…
“Did she just pop her boob out? Is she going to cover that up. Omg it’s such an odd place to breastfeed. Now she know that baby is too old to be breastfeeding.” These are all the thoughts I had before I started breastfeeding. I gave people the side eye heavily. I remember the first time I saw a lady…
My Grandmother died. my heart, my everything. She wasnt grandma, she was mama to me. God blessed me with two moms. Lord, Thank you. She is no longer here. That feels so painful to say. ugh anyway, I find it really uncomforting when others don’t feel that exact gut-wrenching pain that I feel. I get it though. When people die…
In grade school, I thought I was going to give my mom a slap on the cheek (shocker). But I never did. Mainly because I was too scared and there was that whole respect thing. But, every night I wanted to slap my mother because I hated doing homework. She would yell and I would get so upset with her.…
