So... I took a really good picture of myself today. Not just any selfie, but the selfie of selfies. I'm really grateful to have seen myself that way. I really think I look beautiful in the picture. The sun hits my face just right. My eye brows are arched just right. My eyes shine in the sunlight just right. My lips are shadowed just right. My hair wrap is done up just right. I felt beautiful. I reflected beautiful.
Before today, I was flip flopping on whether to continue with Mr. Acts-Like-A-Horny-Teen or not. I like the attention he sometimes shows me, but I don't like the way he assumes my kisses, the way he kisses, his inability to express himself without "you know what I'm sayin' " being thrown in after every five or so words. I really don't like his kisses. I don't want to settle ever again. I've been alone. I am alone, but I'm not lonely.
I'm good until what He promised comes to me.
Clearing throat. Tapping mic... Is this thing on? Mic check...one,two… Okay. Here we go. Taking large step on faith. This introvert is taking her act out on the road. People with different perspectives are welcome. We can respectfully disagree when differing opinions happen. I've trolled (is that the right word?) lots of virtual spaces and cringed at the thoughtless bullying behavior by those who safely hide behind the anonymity that social sites allow. Hopefully, this will not be THAT place.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Ooops! The results from the biopsy ...
Non-cancerous!
I was so happy with the good news and ready to move on with my life, that I forgot to slow down and share. I do not have cancer. I, as long as it's in the plan, am still going to live.
I was so happy with the good news and ready to move on with my life, that I forgot to slow down and share. I do not have cancer. I, as long as it's in the plan, am still going to live.
Friday, January 17, 2014
What's Not to Love?
So lately, I'm thinking, "What's Not to Love? " I'm attractive. I'm smart. I make a decent living. Why is there no one interested in me? I'm just saying.
I went for a walk with my kid yesterday around our hood. Without exaggeration, I noticed that many men were staring at me. At one point, there were about 4 men looking all at once. So ... why don't I have anybody (besides that one guy) knocking down my door? My 12 year old said, "I don't want to sound creepy or anything, but these guys are staring at you because you're really good looking." That brought a smile. But he's my kid. He thinks I'm beautiful at 150 pounds or 272 pounds. And I love him for that.
Now, if the right one (who isn't my son) can check me out.
I went for a walk with my kid yesterday around our hood. Without exaggeration, I noticed that many men were staring at me. At one point, there were about 4 men looking all at once. So ... why don't I have anybody (besides that one guy) knocking down my door? My 12 year old said, "I don't want to sound creepy or anything, but these guys are staring at you because you're really good looking." That brought a smile. But he's my kid. He thinks I'm beautiful at 150 pounds or 272 pounds. And I love him for that.
Now, if the right one (who isn't my son) can check me out.
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