I'm on a mission to happiness. Any suggestions
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For those of you that don’t know I took November off to give my hand time to heal. I almost severed my finger off on a meat slicer at work. I had to get stitches and an attorney. I’m right handed and using my right hand was a task in itself especially since my finger turned colors and the swelling wouldn’t go down. Thanks for all the emails and phone calls. It could have been worse I could have cut my finger off. Anyway, moving on.........
This subject has been on my mind for awhile. People close to me know I’m against a lot of things such as abortion, plastic surgery, birth control, unless they were for extenuating circumstances. Due to circumstances beyond my control I may end up getting breast implants. But then again who needs breasts anyway. My breasts don’t make me a woman. Or do they?
I spend a lot of time working out and watching what I eat. I’m only 4'11 and I know my body would suffer if I was overweight. I work hard to maintain my shape. Lawd knows I pride myself on my measurements. It is a fact that the foods me eat and our personal fitness helps fight various diseases and infections. Regardless of my eating habits or fitness level I can’t control my family history. My grandmother has 19 siblings. (Her father had two wives, 6 children from one and 14 from another) All of her sisters passed away from breast cancer except one and she was murdered. My mom passed away in 2004 from breast cancer. My mom’s youngest sister just had a lump removed and the middle sister is fighting for her life. In my family breast cancer is not a joke.
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It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday
I’ve been up in the air about this topic. This has been on my mind for some time now. We all have a past that we may or may not be proud of. Our past makes us who we are today. We should embrace our past, learn from that then move on. My childhood, my life has been a roller coaster from the day of my conception. I’ve been in a whirlwind from Elementary school to College. I will say I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Growing up feeling as if no one cares about you or love you is hard. It makes loving someone else harder. Why? If you don’t know love or haven’t experienced it how would you know it when it’s in your life in your face? You won’t just as I didn’t I couldn’t. For those of you with children it is very important you let them know you love them. They may end up like me looking for love from anyone and anywhere. When I was growing up, I use to try to buy my brothers love. I use to shower then with gifts when I left home hoping it would make then appreciate me and love me. I know now that wasn’t the route to take. Guys tell me all the time they want to "make me happy." No one can make me happy if I’m not happy with myself. (Remember that fellas). Most of you think you’re Merlin the Magician and can wave a wand and I will fall head over heels over you because you CLAIM you can make me happy. Can’t happen if I’m not happy with me. But, the good thing is I know what I should do to enlighten myself on what love should be versus what I’ve been accepting.
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