I allowed you to have the control you so relished in dangling above my head. Holding eerily still, I held my breath as you applied more and more pressure to my heart. Squeezing my mind beyond any insanity that I could tolerate. Unbelievably, I survived. Perseverance following the constant chanting within my soul; I am impervious, I am impervious, I am impervious. My spirit survived even when the entirety of me felt that the only way to escape you, was to die. And now, this control that you held so confidently within your grasp has slipped. It's melting swiftly away and escaping through the seam of your very firm grip. I took my precious power back that I so foolishly entrusted you with. What ...
The earliest memory I can recall
Is watching blood spurt out of my mother’s broken nose.
Some men get a thrill out of beating their women,
But I think my mother likes it too.
I remember skipping school to babysit my siblings.
I was in the third grade, but I was the only adult in the house.
I was born a grown up.
Sometimes, we would be left alone for days at a time.
No warning. No phone calls. No explanations.
And when she came home...
She’d fall asleep for what seemed like forever.
Meth is a hell of a drug,
Just ask my mom.
She’d tell you that she never wanted childeren anyways...
Like it was our fault that we were born.
Child protective services stepped in.
They kidnapped ...
Wisdom wraps itself around
Each strand of my hair
As I hold my freedom by the teeth
In every moment I am strong
And I am weak
I am fear and I am fierce too
I am victorious and I am defeated
I am stone cold and I am vulnerable
There are days when the pain travels straight to my bones
But then there are days of numbness galore
I am everything
A human is supposed to be
And I will never apologize for being one
“Estás magra. Estás tão magra!!! Emagreceste muito!!! Não eras assim! “ E são estes recorrentes comentários que me fazer fazer uma introspecção tão pequena ou tão grande que me limito também a dar a minha opinião, tal como os outros também a dão de forma gratuita e sem sequer perguntarmos o que quer que seja, agora sinto que é a minha vez!
Sim!!! Estou mais magra e sabem que mais? Não me sinto magra mas sim elegante! Com trinta e três anos sinto que tenho a maturidade de muitas com quarenta ou cinquenta, e o corpo de muitas com dezoito e vinte anos! Sinto orgulho na mulher que sou, que não treina porque não quer e porque não gosta e na verdade até pode ter tentado mas nunca gostou dessas vid...
My Mantra for the Day
I refuse to carry around any bitterness, anger or hate from those that have wronged me or negatively crossed my loved ones because it’s toxic for my kindred spirit, my spiritual soul.
To hold on to those corrupt emotions would be equivalent to ingesting a potion of poison and I would surely perish and die a thousand miserable, slow and painful deaths.
Instead I’m going to forgive those people and pray for them profusely while practicing and perfecting the art of releasing that which is malefic and indigestible.
I’m learning to transform myself into the best version of me and taking back my power one day at a time instead freely giving it away to anything unwort...
Feeling blessed and thankful for the most amazing, most incredible, supportive women in my life who took the time to offer a hand to help me up whenever I fell, lifted me when I felt weak in the knees and couldn’t support myself and held on until I found the inner strength to stand once again.
Thankful that they assisted me in finding my voice when I felt ashamed, intimidated or afraid to speak up for myself, the accommodation they offered in my everyday life while nursing my sick Mother who had dementia.
They collaborated together as a team to pick up the shattered pieces of myself that were scattered everywhere after breaking from the major losses suffered in which I was unable to come ...
Let's leave being pretty and being sexy to young girls.
Let's make ourselves kind and confident and wise women who know how to make a stand against giants.
Let our unity serve as our weapon;
our love and respect for each other our shield.
Empower every woman you know and be an inspiration to the young ones.
A mother's intuition is far better and worth more than a medical degree. That thing which we call intuition is actually her soul. You can't hide your wrong doings or worries from her. Its better to tell her truth.
I’m a feminist— yes, I am and don’t say it as if I’m a terrorist or some anarchist. I’m simply a woman who loves cooking, revels in running her home like a tight ship, spends time with her kids, ensures olders are cared for, romance her partner,
And, I like reading, writing, dancing, music, shopping, gossiping and what all defines me as a female.
Yet, I drive, I calculate, I run errands in and out, work, lift objects, climb ladders, screw the loose hinges, go hiking, fight wrongs.
So, yes I’m a feminist who doesn’t want to listen to people saying women are not supposed to be out at late hours, she should dress up decent—and what is exactly decent— covering myself head to toe, is that it?
You are so special to Me!
You are one of the most approachable persons I know and I love that about You!
You are so kind and down to earth, You are one of a kind!
You are funny and with a spirit so bright your smile brings light!
You are unique and warm hearted!
You are so strong yet to gentle!
You are so beautiful and unreplaceable!
You are You and I love that about You!
You are wise yet your still your fun self!
You are a sister for your sister and a sister to your friends!
You are loved and never forget that!
You are worth it so wear the crown proud fully!
You Are so sweet even do life is so bitter!
You are a women and child at heart!
You are amazing and fun at the same time!
You are a flo...
“... I think my entire existence was preparing me for our paths to cross. At this very moment, as our journey overlaps, I’ve discovered.
Discovered an ocean with a depth immeasurable.
I’ve called this ocean love.”
So I had this epiphany a couple weeks ago realizing what a great battle our daughters face. They live in a world based on comparison and perfectionism. They live in a world of instafame, filtered faces, photoshopped bodies, and who has the newest cell phone. Reality has taken a backseat, true beauty has been filtered out and things that are most important have been robbed from their lives. That day, as I was on the verge of tears putting on my bathing suit I had purchased last year when I no doubtably weighed a solid 15 pounds less I happened to glance at my 3 year old watching me. Her sweet face with chubby cheeks and solid little body perfectly made but very different than mine. In that mom...
When have you had enough? At what point you stand up and leave it all behind and begin with a clean slate? It is at that point when you realize that you may have to work extra hard. Harder than ever to create your own empire. Don’t let anyone tell you that you will not make it, because that will be your fuel to jump any obstacle that comes your way.
Be that woman that won’t stand down but will stand up tall to anything that comes her way. Don’t let anything or anyone deter you from what you can achieve!
It is not always about you so don't say you are hurt too.
Men go through things just like you do.
Some of our mothers left us just like some of your fathers left you.
Stop saying there are no good men left when one is in front of you.
Good men are hard to find, if not then every woman would have one.
Don't blame yourself for the teachings your mother taught you to accept.
I think women often forget that men also need respect.
Just like you have restless nights, we do too.
The difference is that we don't blame you.
Try to be more understanding and nurturing towards men.
Instead of punishing us for the past that you are stuck in.
There is always room for growth in both of us.
SHE is the Power
SHE is the Love
SHE is the Mother
SHE is the Dove
SHE can stand for the World
When no one else can Hold.
My Miracle Boy
He melted my heart again today..
Just like his mum
Music soothes this little one..He has his own playlist he constructs himself he sits in the morning to wake for the day, listening sharing, singing away....
Pride in my hero
First born boy..
7 years old and amazes me with his smarts and charm..
Sarcasm rife just like his mum!
Tells me I'm great with my "fat bum! And squidgy arms" he loves his mum..
We had it rough and we made it through me and him just us two..
Watched him grow,built him high, now I get to see him thrive and fly...
At school he's bounding...
So yeah I'm proud of me and helping them be who they want to be..
Blessed beyond measure
Greateful every day
My two ...
She wasn’t lost but was just taking a break in a world where adventures meant everything. She had cracked open her soul to see what a real adventure feels like. She wasn’t lost, but was just taking a break.
She had shed tears, her knees were weak. Still she moved on for she had something to prove. Audacious to some, mysterious to many. She moved on. Face appalled, eyelashes wet. Would only rest where the sun does set. She wasn’t lost but was just taking a break.
Once loved someone fierce, now none to love her wild. She strolled with a dejected gloomy shade by her side. Breeze zoomed past her convincing her to sway. Sway to the tune for it wasn’t primal, the incessant pain that was emotiona...
[Amidst the abandoned, a mother to love💕💖]
My whole life have I known her; Mom Isabella,
Festive days, to us she came, oh good fella,
When she came, we felt no sorrows,
When she left we felt most hollow,
Days with her, dear we hold, me and Ella.
Some skills I possess, were all because of her,
Most hills I confess, were climbed
when she was here,
With broken knuckles and bruises,
With broken ribs and teases,
Still, everything will I give to relive them with her.
In those days, the darkness of the night I feared,
Because of the story of the boogey man I heard,
Though alone, God is always with you,
Feel at home; that gospel is true,
Faith, I believed, found i a religion; when she shared.