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I have never been described as your typical female. Growing up I played barbies and dress up with my girlfriends at sleepovers, but when I came home, I would grab my brothers He-man and Gi joe action figures and head over to my neighbor’s house and play battle royal with a group of boys. Having an older brother as my only sibling dictated what I was allowed to do after school every. So naturally I was forced to be his teammate in every backyard sport imageable and I freaking loved it. I was a better athlete than most boys my age and the only girl on an all-boys youth soccer team. I played in ditches, swam in creeks, caught tadpoles, let my hair turn green from chlorine in our pool because I was too lazy to wash it, everything the boys would do. However, I cherished pampering and transforming myself into a beautiful girl on special occasions. Something about wearing a fancy dress, putting on makeup and having your hair done all flawlessly, makes you elegant just like Cinderella. I loved looking pretty and being feminine. It was a complete contrast to the rough brut I was most of the time. Unfortunately, I cringed at the thought of a daily makeup or hair routine. Seemed pointless, dressing up should be just that, for when you are going somewhere relevant. My mother would ask me how I expected to find a boyfriend without ever putting any effort into my appearance. I would laugh and say to her “I am smart, funny, ridiculously fun, and even without makeup, I am absolutely adorable. They’ll find me”. And, without hesitation, I strongly believed it.
By Katniss Forevergreen5 years ago in Confessions
I Will...I Do...I Did
Wedding day. The day most women dream about. Often times, the ring, the proposal, the Maid of Honor, Bridesmaids, color palette, & venue decorations are already picked & planned before the bride to be even know who the groom is. I was no different than most women. I remember claiming, “I’m getting married.” Some would offer congratulations while others would ask “to who?” I guess the plot twist was the fact that I had no earthly idea because I was single when I was saying it; single without any prospects in sight.
By Stephy Ellsworth5 years ago in Confessions
James Bond, Anyone?
I never thought I might have had an exciting relationship life as far as men are concerned, but looking back now, somewhere half way through my life, I actually realize it was quite fun. So, why not have some fun and reveal the most interesting ones? And why not make it even more exciting and see how they compare to my all-time hero, James Bond. So, here goes.
By Kiki5 years ago in Confessions
Thankgivin' in Da Bayou
I grew up in a small town in Southeast Texas called Bridge City. Like most teenagers, I went to parties and would sneak out of my friends’ houses with them. One night when I was 17, I met a guy named Colin. Our friends tried to get us to talk but I wasn’t really interested.
By Brandy Enn5 years ago in Confessions
Sucker Punched At The End
As a young child, I always had a self-conscious attitude towards myself. Coming from divorced parents and making the decision at a young age to stay with my father instead of my mother. Which is not the normal thing to do even when I was young. I thought that I would be better off with my father and in many ways I was. Me and my brother keep each other company, getting ourselves into trouble as young kids do. We lived in the family home and once my parent were divorced it was different in many ways. My mother was absent a lot of the time, as she had taken up with my father’s best friend at the time. Resentment for me had started at a young age towards my mother.
By Kirsten Ross5 years ago in Confessions
Manifesting The Love You Want
I love journaling. I love manifesting. I believe in using your energy to produce the outcomes you desire in life, within reason of course. I decided to share an insert from one of my most recent entries of my personal journal, to possibly help anyone else out there that may not be able to put into words the type of partner they wish to live their life with. I must warn you, this insert is an mantra. Meaning, the more you repeat thinking, speaking, writing, or breathing in this mantra the more your energy is actually being programmed to focus on only the traits you aspire to have in a life partner.
By Monet Graham5 years ago in Confessions
Dating While Fat
For most of my life, I was the skinny girl. I had a goal weight, and if I’d punish myself with a diet if I were even a pound above it. Who could blame me? I was a teenager during the 2000s, back when we were taught that being fat was a bad thing. Not just a bad thing, but the worst thing you could be as a woman. Women who dared to be thicker were often seen as unattractive, and if a man wanted to date a ‘fat’ woman he had a fetish or low standards. I wish I could say that things have changed since then, but there are still people who shame women for the way they look.
By Jade M.5 years ago in Confessions
That Time I Cheated
This has been more than twenty years in the making. I cheated, it was once, but it was big. My boyfriend and I had been dating off and on for years. He asked me to marry him when I was seventeen. I said no. As you can imagine we broke up after that.
By J.B. Miller5 years ago in Confessions
My Sister, My Frenemy
We were told as little girls, our relationships with our sisters determine how we will interact with female friendships when we get older. If there is mistrust and jealousy with young girls, there will be mistrust and jealousy with women. I never used to believe that until my Lil sister started having an affair with my male friend behind my back. Do not get me wrong, this is not about him, per se. Men come and go; my sister is forever. He is nothing special and certainly not worth fighting over. It is about the trust I had for my sister. I never in a million years thought she would be the one to betray me. I never thought she would be the one to hurt me.
By Karen Thomas5 years ago in Confessions
Zig Zag #4
I firmly believe everyone has a story. As we pass through life, we get to be a witness of others' stories just as much as we get to be a part of them. With a person’s story, there are many acts and scenes that move things along. When a person decides to share any of these parts, the receiver of the share is getting just a glimpse into someone's life. A fraction of the whole. But that fraction is a gift. Especially when the story holds a secret.
By Kathleen Majorsky5 years ago in Confessions
