I look terrible with Peter Pan collars because they make me look 5, but I love this dress.
Today is a happy day!
I guess purple will be my new color. :)
153. MAYA ANGELOU: Phenomenal Woman
Maya Angelou (1928-2014) was a modern day Renaissance woman – author, poet, activist, dancer, singer, director, teacher and hero. After her death last month, I was flooded with submissions from you…
Needed some inspiration today.
A Message to the Depressed.
Suicide hotline number: 1-800-273-TALK Email: Gregidot@gmail.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/GregSkyWilliams Here is a basic list of resources/hotlines that…
"If I could go back and have one more conversation with him before he did it, this is what I would say… I’m not a miracle worker and I can’t promise you much. I can’t make the words go away, I can’t make you love yourself, I can’t give you an appetite to eat, I can’t magically make you sleep, I can’t turn back time and explain what happened between now and then. I know there’s a lot of light outside and I can’t dim the lights, but I got a room we could hide in. Anything you need outside, I could bring it to you. I can’t turn down the volume, but I know the outside world gets really loud, but we can close the windows. What I can do is I can wait right here with you until you’re ready. We can talk all day or I can just sit here and be silent. I could be across the room or I could be right next to you. We could play Mario Party or listen to music. You can use my face to practice your make-up or if you wanna hit something, just not my face because you just did my make-up. We could do whatever you want, just as long as you know that when we leave this room to reenter the world, we’re going to do it together, and I’m not going anywhere.” - Sky Williams
The Daily Life of a Female
The first time I was harassed, I was 11 years old, sitting on a swing, talking to my best friend and my cousin. Suddenly, a man walked towards us with his hand in his pants and said he needed help. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew it was bad. We ran away but while running, I fell and my foot began to swell. So much so that I couldn’t fit it in my shoe anymore. My family asked me what happened but I couldn’t speak. Years later, I told them what happened, but they didn’t respond at all. Just looked at me like I was fibbing child.
Cat calling and weird slowing down and driving by looking you up and down with a creepy smirk became a normal walking experience.
Worse things have happened to me since I was 11, but people never have good responses. I’ve gotten chuckles, people telling me to get over it, people telling me I should be flattered, but all I ever feel is dirty.