A daughter, wife, sister and friend.
Being a daughter gave me strength. Childhood was not easy, but I survived
Being a wife gives me endurance. I’m almost 9yrs into this thing and if I’ve learned nothing else I’ve learned to hold on and keep fighting even when the shit hurts.
Being a sister taught me that you can’t be everything for everybody. You can only do so much and at the end of the day they have to want it for themselves as much as you do.
Being a friend gives me faith. Faith in people. Not everyone has an angle nor are they looking to use you up. There are still some people who just want to be there with you. Through the joy, the pain, the disappointments and achievements, laughter and tears.
An overachiever. I expect greatness from myself. And I hate to be dissapointed.
A bitch. When pushed. Don’t push me.
A fighter. When necessary.
Slightly Jealous… of those who have oops slipsies and get pregnant.
A wee bit Envious… of those who have never had to struggle or go without.
Grateful. For each and every experience negative and positive that has happened in my life.
Thankful. For God’s grace and mercy.
Highly sexual. Thank God for mutiples and a man that can keep them coming (pun intended)
Adventurous. In bed and out.
Sensual. The O’s start building in my mind… long before they reach my clit. It starts mentally.
Romantic. Happily ever after doesn’t have be JUST the ending of fairytales
Spoiled. Rotten to the core. It’s Ians fault.
Selfish. But I know how and when to share.
Honest. To a fault
Not a good liar. Ask Ian or my momma. Lol I tell on myself all the time
Trustworthy and dependable. Ask my friends.
the keeper of secrets. And whew chile!! My friends are OFF THE ChAIN! If I ever wrote a tell all book i’d be set for life!
Easily amused. I can, will, and have laugh at anything. It doesn’t take much.
A cry baby. I will tear up in a hot second. But don’t confuse my tears as a sign of weakness.
Nosy… but I won’t pry. €hank goodness people like to talk to me. Lol
Loved. by me! I love myself so much. No one will ever make me question my self worth.
Self confident. Doesn’t mean I don’t have moments when I’m unsure. But when those moments come I’m not shaken to my core.
A survivor. Not just of physical threats (molestation, stabbings, katrina). But I’ve survived the emotional attacks as well. Yes it happened, but I won’t be depressed. Yes he left, but I deserved more anyway. Yes I failed, but I aced it the next time. Yes it hurt like hell, but I’m stronger for it. Yes I was defenseless at the time, but now I know how to protect myself. Yes they should have done more, but they did the best they could.
A forgiver. I won’t ever forget though.
Vengeful. Depending on WHAT was done to me, I will get you back.
Silly. As hell. Lol I like to laugh and play. My sense of humor can be a bit sick and twisted and times, but it is what it is.
Sensitive. My feelings are hurt very easily BUT only by those who are closest to me.
Creative. And I like to create.
Talented. And not just in the bedroom. Lol
Skilled. I adore my inner mad scientist.
Not my hair. I gut it again. Au natural is the way to go 🙂
Constantly growing and changing. Every change may not be pleasant. And some growth spurts are awkward. Bur I’ve learned to enbrace the change. Live in the moment, carpe diem!
Content. With what I have right now. Where I am right now. Who I am right now.
***post inspired by thoughts of a southern girl***