I am unimpressed. As I navigate through the jungle of life, I am constantly searching for indicators of this “great” America. How could this adjective be applied when we are average at best? American hypocrisy dictates that as an American, you wouldn’t want to live anywhere else but complain of all the social, political and socioeconomic ills meanwhile doing not a damn thing to change it.
I never thought I would be here. I think life is funny like that. Rarely do we end up in the places we think we are going to go. It’s been about a month since I last breastfed, part of me is sad and part of me is amazed at the power breastfeeding held. I didn’t have to do much to get her calmed down or to sleep when I was able to offer her my breast. Continue reading →
T.H.O.T (n.) – that hoe out there. A woman who enjoys sexual variety just as much as a man yet is stigmatized on a higher scale.
Player (n.) – a person who enjoys games. A man who is constantly lauded by society for his numerous female conquests.
I love myself. There, I said it. I’m naturally a tease, can recite random facts with ease and rock a killer smile that always shines. I feel like I carry my 238 – 250 lbs beautifully with my wide hips, big butt and thick thighs. I am an educated, Haitian woman with multiple degrees and I love to be challenged. I have parents that put me on a pedestal, best friends that put up with my antics and self-confidence that is as large as the sky. I swish and sway as I move but boiling underneath the surface is a part of me that I despise.
“I don’t get a single second to myself.” I text my friend exasperated. As I hit send, my youngest is grabbing onto me to get balanced while my middle child has his arms around my neck. I try to pull them off of me as one cries and the other laughs wildly.
Per historical accounts and through missing pages in modern history books, we all traversed the Atlantic together. Yet, centuries of forced mental mindset and fierce measures to keep us separated have led us to immeasurable amounts of self hate.
Being a parent is hard. There I said it. It is difficult, challenging, and sometimes downright annoying. It changes the way you look at your life, goals that you have, and future plans that you want to make. Continue reading →