Self Love is Beautiful in all it’s forms!
Originally posted on The Crunk Feminist Collective:
Time flies whether you are having fun or not. My childhood seemed to linger like thick molasses while my twenties flew by like short school days. Before I knew it I was post-30, highly educated, minimally motivated, hundreds of miles away from home but finally at home with myself. When I turned thirty I had all kinds of epiphanies. I woke up loving myself some myself, and intentionally purging negativity (thoughts, people, pain) out of my life. For the first time in what seemed like forever I wasn’t afraid of what that might mean. Affiliations be damned. So-called friends be damned. Popularity be damned. I was going to speak my mind, tell my truths, and let the chips fall where they may. They fell, but there was no destruction. Coming into myself was a beautiful process that I am still walking in unapologetically.
On the brink of another year it…
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