I choose messy hair over tidy rooms. I’d rather wake up honoring that feeling I get in my gut when it tells me something’s not right for me.
And when we do choose, we need to make no apologies for those choices. I’ve got years of fear and guilt I’m living under.
Fear can make us stay when we’re supposed to move, it can make us leave when we’re supposed to stay. Fear can make us run. It can paralyze us. It makes things complicated. It is the thing that makes you question all yo’ shit. It can make us forget that we love ourselves.
If a good man falls into your world, and you operate like you’re unworthy of his time and attention, he’s probably not going to carve out a permanent corner of his heart for you. He’s going to walk away full speed, and he’s going to keep moving until he finds the woman who says, “This is what I ...
I was unstoppable. If there was a word stronger than unstoppable, I would probably use that. Just insert the strongest word you know. That was me. Then life hit me upside the head, and then right in the chest, with a challenge. It came in the form of a dark-skinned beaut of a man who climbed ...
Your choices -- down to what you eat in the morning, to how you honor your body, to the sex you don’t have, to the run you choose to take, to the money you make and the money you don’t make, to the zone of comfort you choose to step out of -- those choices are your lifeline to change.
It’s not always easy to be recklessly lovely. Actually, it can be hard as hell. Some people light up at the brief and rare run-in with a pleasant interaction. It’s a beautiful thing. Others act like dicks.
I will teach my daughter to have faith in many things. Let her know that God is not a requirement. I will teach her that the gender of whom she loves is up to her, And that she decides whom she spends her life with.