i hate that i love this photo but also i hate it because it’s dumb. i’m dumb.
welp that was something. listen, i have learned a lot this past year as a dee-vor-say, a single mom, a poor. i’ve learned what i call “bulk compartmentalization”. it’s when you have a lot to compartmentalize because SURVIVAL. i don’t talk about it because it makes me want to crawl right into bed. a bed which quite desperately needs an upgrade. and if i have your ear on that subject, oh i’ll bend it. (beckham could never.) and trust me i know your girl loves to talk about all the things i will do want to do and shall do without ever actually doing them. this isn’t because i give up or lose interest- the vision boards i’ve glued and taped, the mantras i’ve copied, the cinnamon i’ve blown and the coins i’ve buried in rice, not to mention the literal fucking back breaking amount of work i do-i am nothing if not a proactive conjurer doer maker shaker. i dream and hope despite my imposter syndrome. that’s the truth. the god’s honest at that. we’ll cover all of that. hopefully. this post could be a total one off so know that.
jenna lyons posted the other day on her instagram that she has a disease that effects her skin, hair and teeth. the photos were pretty raw and something i would never do and i am all about the raw. i felt compelled to talk about it (the rawness not the teeth). i mean homegirl litrully showed us her toothless mouth and then some. you go girl? upon viewing said post (you can read it here if you’re dying to) my life flashed before my eyes. there was a time that i would have been vulnerable like that. and when that vulnerability left my soul that was the very day this blog died.
so maybe i should just explain to you that i don’t give a fuck about what people think anymore. i used to not and then i did and then that killed me and now i am back to not giving a fuck. i mean i’m not going to drag people simply bc that’s not cool at all and i am very much mature now.
i just want to talk about topics.
for example-
captain jason on below deck down under. smash.
why are the rich out here getting richer and posting their vacay pics like they never have to worry about choosing between the good toilet paper and yogurt.
i want desperately to relate while i eat this air fryer chicken but…..
why do i keep ordering books off amazon to fix me but instead choose tiktok to soothe me?
anyway…i feel like we have a lot to discuss ok?
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