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The World’s Luxury Dress: Moroccan Kaftans
Pictured here: Turkish actress, Tuba Büyüküstün. Worn globally, the kaftan has possessed fashion for quite a while, and has also been given the light as a cultural influence. Meanwhile, more locally in Morocco, it has an aspect of importance to it. The dress is a best friend to many Moroccan women and is worn as a basic outfit and a haute-couture garment, taking material into consideration.
By Heidi S8 years ago in Viva
Puppy Parenting
When Mary became part of our family, she offered something very special. She was rejected by her birth mother and had to be bottle-fed by her mother's owner. She was the runt of the litter. The time came for her to be adopted out and happily she was given to a couple of men that saw her and had no problem giving up $400 for a blue fawn pit bull puppy. She was happy and healthy until the men were evicted, leaving her and other pets alone in the apartment until they could find somewhere to go. They didn't find a place to go...
By Celia Wild8 years ago in Petlife
The Sh*t They Don't Tell You: Lesson #2
Death by Laundry I was once a young, wild bachelorette, whose main purpose in life was partying, concerts and, due to the lack of rich relatives to inherit from, going to work, to earn more money for the partying and concerts. (Let's not kid ourselves, I paid rent once a month too.) (Much to my disdain.)
By Tiffany Wade8 years ago in Families
The Red and the White Beauty
Red flows through the snow covered forest as the snow falls, each footstep silent as the red runs from the evil behind her, the blonde hair flowing around the red, her red lips moist with vapor, blue eyes looks for a safe place to hide. Red runs through the moon lit forest, cold and lost, frightened by the darkness, she runs until she cant run anymore.
By Sierra Costanzo8 years ago in Petlife
Cope
Losing somebody you love changes you. It changes the person you are at that time, and the person you’ll be in the future. It’s something that you must cope with, but that’s something a lot of people can’t do. But I did. And because of that, there is nothing in my life that I am any prouder of.
By Cassandra Slade8 years ago in Families
Special Days
I am two days away from marrying the man of my dreams and I could not be more excited. I am also having a difficult time because two years ago my dad passed away because of cancer.
By Melissa Balthrop8 years ago in Families
Coming Out
My coming out story happened in two stages, and the second stage is still happening. The first stage was coming out to myself, which was very difficult. I didn’t grow up in a horrible environment, but I didn’t grow up in the most supportive environment either. I was shielded from just about everything related to the LGBTQIA+ community. I can even remember my mom getting frustrated when she saw Ellen DeGeneres on TV and made me turn the channel. During my freshman year in high school, people told me not to hang out with certain people because they were gay. As it turns out, the person that they warned me to not hang around with is straight, and I am the one that is a lesbian. All I knew at that point was that being gay was not okay. Not at home, not at school, and not at church. Once I reached my senior year of high school, the constant suppression finally broke me. I tried so hard to be straight, I prayed every night that I would like boys instead of girls. But, I eventually started praying that I wouldn’t wake up the next day. I literally cried myself to sleep every single night. I was very depressed, suicidal, and even started drinking alcohol secretly. For the last half of the school year, I skipped breakfast because I felt nauseous. I ate my lunch in the school bathroom because I didn’t want to be around other people. Then, I would sit in class and think about the best place that I could crash my truck on the way home so that I would die, but not hurt any other drivers. I would cry the whole way home, then when I got home, I would drink alcohol until I felt numb. There were a few times where I got the gun out of my parents’ closet, but I luckily never committed suicide. In those moments, I thought that my parents would rather have a dead child than a gay child.
By Emily M8 years ago in Families
They Called It...
Just over three years ago I, for the 1 million-and-tenth time, had to explain to my baby girl how her daddy wasn’t actually coming to get her again. That was the day I decided enough was enough and he wasn’t going to hurt her ever again. Not if I could help it.
By Secret Serenity8 years ago in Families