Lifestyle
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Oxygentix Foundation
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By Belle Knowles8 years ago in Blush
My Essential Makeup Products
I have always loved playing around with makeup! Over the years I have stacked up a pretty large makeup collection, but there are only some products that I continue to buy throughout the years. Whether I use it in a total, full face, glam look or just for my everyday makeup, this is my list of must have products (in no particular order)!
By Nicole Sittarich8 years ago in Blush
A Boy
This is the story of a boy. From the day the boy was born, he loved unconditionally and purely, although his mother did not share the same feelings. She was disgusted by his existence and regretted conceiving him. Day after day as the boy grew, so did his mother's distaste for him, and yet he was unaware and only sought to be loved by his family. The boy had an older brother of four years difference, and he looked up to and cared very dearly for this brother, oblivious to his brother's hatred for him that was fueled by a deep envy, so powerful it had consumed the older brother. Mom did drugs. He used them with her, enjoying the fact that he fit in somewhere in this equation. The day came that he could take care of himself, as well as his mother, whom consistently found herself too fucked up to do so for herself. He was about seven years of age and eager to please, hoping to validate his position in the family. This effort made his mother feel some affection for him, and with a polluted conscience, she expressed that affection in a horrid way, sexually molesting the boy, confusing him about who he was to her, and what love even was. Still, he endured for them, never thinking that he had any value as a person on his own. The months passed and his interaction with Big Brother took an extreme turn. Big Brother had a few ideas for his body being used, for himself and friend. He was coaxed into a back room of the trailer on the end of River St., enticed by video games to be played with Big Brother and his friend.
By Marshall Alexander8 years ago in Families
Under the Mulberry Tree
The sun shone in golden streaks through the dense branches. My lips, fingers, and feet were dyed a deep red. A little berry-stained hand grasped each of mine as we danced beneath the shade of the mulberry tree. Our bare feet stomping the ripe berries under them, we giggled.“Ashes, ashes, we all fall down” and we did, our bottoms hitting the grass under us.
By Alicia Durfee8 years ago in Families
You're Mum or Dad Until You're In Trouble
It is all too typical in many African households, well not only African households, but even other ethnic households, for parents to address us as "Mum" or "Dad" when they want a favor or when you are in their good graces. However, when you do wrong, you're called by your full names and in my particular experience in a Kenyan household, I know this all too well. My mother is one to sweet talk you into doing her favor but, once she calls me by my third name, Nduta, it is like an automatic alarm set off in my head: "Uh, oh .I did something wrong or I did not update her on something." I mean, that is not exactly my first thought, but, ''Oh, sh**.'' It might even start if your mum was saying something to you and you spoke back and said something you should not have said.
By Vanessa Nduta8 years ago in Families
Just Be YOU
When I looked in the mirror yesterday, all I saw was a 19-year-old girl with an endless amount of flaws. My hair didn’t fall the way I thought it should. I have acne spots. I looked down at my finger nails, angry that I didn’t have enough self-control to not bite them. I looked at my face—too round, too many freckles. My eyes, not blue enough. Eyebrows, they didn’t look the way the model’s did.
By Katie Hollis8 years ago in Viva
Babies
Let’s be real. Babies are small, they don’t do much... except roll around, poop, and eat. So how do we entertain them? Well... in my last eleven months of parenthood... I have come to one conclusion. You can’t entertain a baby unless you are entertaining yourself. From my perspective, when my son saw me enjoying something and laughing, he would laugh too. See, the thing with kids is that they like to mimic... a lot. They see you eating, obviously you're going to want to give them something otherwise they’ll be going at you trying to grab whatever cookie or snack you have in your hand. Everything revolves around YOU!
By Jillian Daily8 years ago in Families
