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How Whitney Hedrick’s High Maintenance Woman Series Became The Best Start To 2022 For Me
I started 2022 with two goals - To prioritize health, grow in my career and excel in my writing. I love self-improvement videos and I will never get bored of self-care routines or wake up at 5 am routines. I rarely implemented any of them.
By Rashmi G4 years ago in Confessions
Disentangling
My grandfather used to have a saying, “Always take care of yourself because no one else is going to do it for you.” I heard him say it many times throughout my adolescence, years before I understood the true meaning of self-care. Almost ten years after my grandfather’s death, I am only now realizing the wisdom of his statement. No one ever really teaches us about self-care when we are children or adolescents. We grow up watching our parents and guardians, how they sacrifice so much to take care of us. It seems like they were always so unselfish and never had any time for themselves because they were too busy and too focused on loving us. I looked up to my mother and my grandmother and how they provided for our family, how they took care of everything and everyone before themselves. I aspired to be so caring and unselfish. But is being unselfish really that admirable? I’m not so sure anymore. For me, living unselfishly has led to a lonely and unhappy life, the complete opposite of what I had expected. I am so focused on taking care of others that I have forgotten to take care of the most important person: myself. Over the past year, a variety of things have opened my eyes and have made me realize that I have abandoned myself. I have sacrificed my own independence and self-care, at home and at work. I’ve been living a life according to the expectations of others at the expense of my own happiness. This is the year where I start to take it all back: self-care, independence, and sleep.
By Alyssa Musso4 years ago in Confessions
The Size of Your lips changed
Please let me go Caleb, you are not here, and I don't want you to be. Not white and not black. I want home to come get me, so I can heal in an environment where nothing you showed me exists, the bad feelings don't exist either. I have never felt more alone, and you only kick me around in these dark days, after you broke my brain. I don't know what is real and what is not real anymore, that is why I demand I go where I know it's real. Where I know an XL male shirt, doesn't fit someone with my build.
By I am me Amanda Nissen/Champion4 years ago in Confessions
Night Mode: Matthew & Ty
About 8 pm, Sam returned from venturing out at a local bar for a bite and a brew. The wheels in her mind are spinning with ever-present responsibilities weighing heavy on the heart. Each day, more monotonous than the next, and it is nerve-racking. Sam is an optimist by default and pessimist through experience; she finds herself yearning for the days of confidence and security.
By Myra Carter4 years ago in Confessions
A Kindred Spirit Entered My Life But I Could Never Hold Onto Him
I always was a pushover for a man with dreads. Up until recently, I thought it was just because natural looking dreads look sexy on a man. But not long ago, I had a revelation about why my love for the style continues to hold a special appeal for me, even more so than before.
By Justiss Goode4 years ago in Confessions
My Great love
After a lot of suffering and wrong choices, I found my soulmate. Here's a little bit of background to get started. He is amazing although he doesn't believe it. We met 1,5 years before we started dating. A month after dating we had to be in quarantine together and then he didn't leave. 3 months after that we moved into our apartment. In two weeks is our first year anniversary.
By Batrex4 years ago in Confessions
A Twist in the Tail
A Twist in the Tail By Dingo Marhax Maria was the virgin. She worked in a cheap gift shop, selling plastic flowers, trinkets, wind-up toys, assorted kitsch. The customers were schoolgirls and girls like Maria. It was late October, and the first snows had fallen and melted into muddy slush. The air was as crisply cold in the shop as outside, in the slushy, dirty street.
By Dingo Marhax4 years ago in Confessions
