Genuine Authenticity

What bothers me about being authentic is the judgemental eyes. The sideway glances and side eyes do nothing to disguise their feelings. Who doesn’t like to admire their own reflection? Perfectly paired outfits with coiffed hair and a winged eye. I think that is what makes me love the vintage era. Without mainstream media and accessibility more time was spent attending to self and family.

Alive Outside Broken Within

It is in that simplicity in knowing that I am in fact part of a bigger picture. We all are. For no reason we find ourselves living at the same time bound by our place in eternity. This moment will soon be forgotten with nobody left to bring it back to life. That is so powerful in itself to think about.

Like Childhood Whispers

Is it just me or do we all need to gravitate towards who we once were. And not just anybody. The person that we were before the World taught us not to smile, how not to be happy. We were told from such a young age that you better grow up to be somebody and…

The Virtuous Value of Self Worth

Think about everything we have been told along the way and try to dissect what tidbits of information you find to be most important.  I think back to the time when my son was taking his first breaths and I was told how important it was to teach him to self sooth. Staring at this…

These Moments I Live For

I want to know you, do you want to know me? I searched the World for you only to find you so easily distracted by whatever tickles your fancy. My soul ignites when you are near and all I can see is you. Your voice is all I can here as I transcend into a…

Your Perception of Me

“If I wear what is comfortable, I am not a woman. If I shed the layers, I’m a slut. Though you’ve never seen my body, you still judge it and judge me for it. Why? We make assumptions about people based on their size. We decide who they are, we decide what they’re worth. If…

Two Stepping with the Devil

There is no denying the actuality of our life line being incredibly turbulent. No great feet was ever meet with some incredible time, patience and perseverance. What I began to notice the longer that I try to hang on for the ride is that there is always this natural instinct of knowing what is the…

Can There be Contentment in Just Being a Housewife?

I knew it would take time to adjust to each others habits and likes. Some days though there just seems to be a genuine lack of appreciation for all that I do. Those days make me drag my feet a lil longer. I still get it done because it boils down to a sense of pride for me and a sanitary environment for my son.

The Mask that I Wear

The reality is you are always going to be somebody’s fuel to their own dumpster fire. Misery loves company and it is easiest to prey on another’s insecurities then to acknowledge your own. What do we talk most about? The joy we remember or the pain that we endured. More of us can relate to…

Sorry My Body Offends You (oh no I’m not lol)

The seizures I endured have affected my thoughts and brain. I am on medication for severe anxiety. My whole life changed. It had nothing to do with diet, exercise or health. I spent 15 years inside of a gym. Hours upon hours of cardio. Restricted calories, no carbs, no social life.  The gym wasn’t about health it was about vanity. We somehow defined our character by the amount we could bench press and nothing more.