I am not a “10.” I ain’t gonna lie. I have wide hips, blemishes, stretch marks, cellulite, the whole nine yards. I have a side of my smile that creases harder than the other. I have split ends. I have it all. I don’t think I am perfect, do you? I sat with someone and Read more
I remember being 16. I remember being 11. Anything before that is a complete blur. And after 16, I just remember turning 20. At 20, I knew it all. I was invincible. I was all that and so much more. If someone called, I never answered. If someone wanted to tell me otherwise, I never Read more
Since I can remember, I have always wanted to be a “grown up.” I wanted the highheels, the hair, the money, etc… I wanted to rush to the finish line before I even knew what that entailed. I wanted to sprint through all the stages in life and end up at that state of perfection Read more
