2012 mantra: I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive
I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise
To fly, To fly -Nicki Minaj
2011 mantra:
(And I choose) to be the best that I can be.
(I choose) to be authentic in everything I do.
My past don’t dictate who I am. I choose. -India Arie
Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: "I am with you kid. Let's go." ~Maya Angelou
It always brings me joy to see a blogger that I admire wearing something I own. I bought these boots a while ago and I can’t stop wearing them. I got them from Target giiiirl!!!! On sale for $14!!! (“bougie girl” exclamation! shout out to very smart brothers lol).
Of course Sydney from The Daybook slays in them. Click here for more pictures.
Just give me a few more wears and I’ll be slaying too.
Everyone has insecurities, right? Mine might not seem as important to you but the insecurity still remains. One of mine right now is my teeth. It’s so funny because so many people tell me I have nice teeth or a nice smile. But I absolutely abhor my teeth. They are not white or straight. I hate hate hate the spaces in betweenthem and the fact that they seem to be widening with age. I’ve concluded that I do need braces but the mere thought gives me anxiety. Will people call me brace face?! Will I have to stop eating steak?! If I look twelve now, will I look nine with braces?! Will I be able to chew gum?! Will I ever SMILE again?!?! No seriously, these are real concerns of mine. I pride myself in my smile. So the mere thought of not smiling until my teeth are fixed makes me want to faint. I’ve taken to practice smiling with my mouth closed. To smize (smile with your eyes). Meh. I guess.
Anyway, I was really tripping off of the whole thing. I don’t want to stop smiling when I get braces. Smiling makes me happy. One song came to mind and I thought I’d share some of the lyrics with you. If/when I eventually get braces, I’ll have this song on repeat to get me through it.
I Smile – Kirk Franklin
I smile, even though I’m hurt see I smile,
I know God is working so I smile,
Even though I’ve been here for a while
I smile, smile..
it’s so hard to look up when you look down.
Sure would hate to see it when you give up now
You look so much better when you smile, so smile.
And I believe you when you say that you’ve lost all faith
But you must believe in something, something, something
You gotta believe in something, something, something
[Hook:]
I still believe in man
A wise one asked me why
Cause I just don’t believe we’re wicked
I know that we sin but I do believe we try
We all try
I’ve come to the realization that I am indeed unhappy with my life. As much as I try to remain in a perpetual state of happiness in all things, the pretending is wearing me down. I’m not even gonna waste my time trying to figure out when I lost it. I don’t know. What I do know is that several times within the last few weeks, I’ve experienced “I don’t care” moments. Not caring is a dangerous place to be in because you’re liable to react in ways that you may regret later on.
The fact that I can’t pinpoint the exact source of my unhappiness really unsettles me. At this point, I really just want to give up. Expressing this openly is hard because I never know who is reading my blog in search of some inspiration. Today, it just might let you down. I’m human.
All I am certain of is this: I am unhappy and I have to do something about it.
PS. I just realized that I skipped dinner. WHAT WAS I THINKING?! Now eating rice and goat. Yes. At almost two am. Yup, I have to be up at 5:30 am EST. I’ll worry about that when it comes. This food is an instant mood lifter. Oh, and Haitian music. Carimi. ^___^