My #BeReal guest today is Justine Perry. (@justine_perry) How Twitter Destroyed My Life… And How I’m Rebuilding My Confidence. I promised myself I would never feel worthless again. As a teenager, I made this my life’s mission. I failed. Last October I felt completely broken, the last of my spirit had shattered and my…
My #BeReal guest today is Allison Hill. It has taken me the better part of forty two years to understand what it means to actually be real. It’s not about what you actually show on the outside. Don’t get me wrong, that’s a part of it. What you show to the world is what they…
My #BeReal guest today is Diana Gordon. I’ve been asked “are they real” more times than I can count—and not just about a sparkly piece of jewelry or pieces of vintage Fiestaware, but about the curls in my hair and the breasts that have always been large-for-my-size. The same question… As though somehow my accessories…
My #BeReal guest today is Britta Buchanan. What does it mean to #bereal? I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, in the context of how I perceive myself and in the context of how others perceive me. As I write this, I am wrapping up one semester of teaching English in Thailand with the…
My #BeReal guest today is John Michael Antonio. So the question is – what does being real mean to me ? First off, I have to fully recognize that what I am going to call being real is probably going to offend some people. This is not going to make me hesitate from telling the truth…
My #BeReal guest today is Adrianna Joleigh. I hate you. Don’t leave me. As a toddler, nothing quite says, “I love you,” like a good slap in the face by the person you trust the most. Some may think, “You’re a grown woman, old enough to get over it and move on.” Unfortunately, that’s not…
Your voice matters so make it a beautifully positive one! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS TAKEN THE TIME TO FOLLOW AS WELL AS COMMENT ON MY BLOG. I HAVE NEVER CENSORED ANYONE AND I HAVE HAD THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, UPLIFTING AND SUPPORTIVE COMMENTS HERE. THANK YOU FROM ME TO YOU
I’ve discovered in the search for who I am that I’m not just one thing. You see… I kept making the mistake of trying to define myself. I am not JUST anything. I am all the different colors between and including black and white. I am a prism reflecting myself into the world. I…
Nightfall crawls restless Inside invisible veins Caressing my shoulders With shadowy hands Kissing my lips, my body Feeding my hungry aches Anxious for its presence I lie still under its weight Miles from daybreak Praying that night Will absorb my lust And bury me Underneath fields of light
I pretend not to notice or care. That’s just life. It happens. I see you reading, messaging, answering, flirting, complimenting, spending time elsewhere and giving all your attention away. I sit in the corner picking at my food wondering if you would notice if I stood to leave. I watch as your eyes find pleasure…
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