women you are beautiful (reblog)


Women, you are beautiful

 

You are the most beautiful thing in the world. An amazing creation. You may stand at a demure 4 foot with size 3 shoes but you sure get noticed or you may stand at an amazing 6 foot with a size 8 or 9 shoe but you stand apart. You may pluck and shave your legs and all the bits or sometimes you don’t and you just let nature flow but you are still beautiful.

You may have all the love handles in the world and humps and bumps that flow like jello but shake them and get your groove on. You are beautiful. You may be fortunate and be as flat without an ounce of flesh but it just means you need a few more stylish jumpers during winter and you are beautiful.

 

You may be like me, with a crooked set of teeth and crooked smile but my crooked pearls sure know how to smile, and even my missing tooth is sexy. When you are a woman just know you are beautiful no matter what.

I am black, beautiful, curvaceous, bubbly, and drop dead gorgeous.

Post your own description of you and love yourself and feel beautiful

 

 

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THE STORY OF GRACE


Letters 2 the story of Grace Intro

The story of Grace

She always felt it deep within her heart that things had to change at some point. It was not an easy start to a childhood but for how long could she live this kind of life. She felt and heard the voices one time too many. Everything had become a restless period. She heard in her spirit the silent whispers of lonely times. She could hear the voices telling her, beckoning her and with such urgency and force it became an almost dreary task trying to push it away. They never seemed to go away though these voices and visions. They just kept telling her to push forward and never give up. They kept telling her things had to change and she ought never to let the sun go down on her. She had to prevail against the odds.

                                      Graces view (the opinion)

Mine is a story I would like to share. For years I have considered the hills these little feet have climbed. There are echoes in my soul that need to be said. I want to share this story, my story, the story that makes me want to scream out and let everyone know who I am. I am not just the crazy woman who talks too much and smiles too much. I aint even just the lady you see on the streets rebuking the devil and I aint no show stopper or bag lady either.  See I act a little bit crazy in my mind but I see things.

I know the doctors thought I had lost my mind sometime last year. No, it’s the doctor who lost his mind. Who did he think he was convincing me I was maybe stressed out and suffering a nervous breakdown? Did he not see that what I said was nothing but the truth and even today I stand by my word? I did not get here by choice, or maybe I did I don’t know but I consider mine to be the essence of my name. I got here by Grace and Grace is my name

You see there are a few things about me that are quite interesting, when people talk about me, they call me all sorts of things but I don’t think I care at all. the world always thinks something anyway. Opinions and opinions everywhere as if they possess the highest IQs.  I used to care but now I sure as hell don’t give a toss. You see in this world whether you are blessed there is always someone reacting negatively or positively to your situation. If you get blessed, there is always someone who is cursing or rejoicing that you have been blessed. The world as individuals act as if they don’t have stuff going on or hidden in the skeleton cupboards and act all high and mighty. So whether someone gets offended and curse me it really aint my fault because they are judgemental but life aint over till the fat lady sings, even though this can be challenged because the fat lady sang once and here I am still standing

Chapter 1

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story of my lover


Story of my Lover

As gentle as a breeze touching my neck, as tantalizing as a careless whisper, heart rendering memoirs and gentleness. Hands firm when they hold me; I love the roughness in them, hands of a working man. I am transfixed. A sea of emotion, depth and mystery. An enchanting tale. The story of my lover.

Your eyes tell a million stories and the gentleness when I drink from your well bids me goodnight in fairyland. The strength of that roar in your voice is that of a warrior only compared to Shaka the Zulu, running in the valleys in his splendor, covered only in loin skin of a lion. A great warrior.

A day in your presence is being in the presence of a high order. When I behold your image, and masculinity at the close of my eyes, the visions awaken thought of my youth and I swim in them for ages.

Your caress is lighter than a feather; your laughter exudes sexuality beyond words. That smile on my face is thoughts of my lover.

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shift your paradigm


Time spent looking backwards and yearning about the past is a waste of resources and energy. Invest instead in a tomorrow, dream big things that will frighten you. If you dream only in small measures you limit your capacity. Focus instead on increasing your capacity to handle the flow when the floodgates open up. We set limitations upon ourselves by fear and ignorance ( Lack of knowledge). You must come to a point where you press and not tire and knock without ceasing till you see a result. Absorb new details and learn something new everyday. Do not be stuck in the familiar as familiarity is the enemy of progress. Infact when you can not set aside an hour a day to learn something new, it is time to re-organise your priorities.

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letter to a friend. its time for a goodbye


You passed by me yesterday, I know you saw me but you failed to acknowledge me. I was hoping for a smile and a word of kindness from you, but all I received was coldness. It hurt me more than the situation I was going through because I thought in you I had a friend. I will not bear it to heart though and I will pretend that moment never happened. I wipe it and give it a new beginning as though it was just a nightmare that passes away with the changing of seasons. Like they say time heals all wounds so I know this too will at some point be just a scar.  I will not hold anything against you because I will remain true to the word I gave you that I will never hurt you but let you be a part of me. I will consider you as who I am. But with the coming of the rains I know I have to let go of you and carry my dreams with me. I will find my own way and build new beginnings and if ever there comes a time I cross your mind, do not be afraid to search out for me. My door will be [1]open to you for all times and weathers. For now my friend I bid you farewell

 


 


[1][1] Dreams

 

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an update on Fatima ( And Jesus Wept)


dear al l

I recently had another opportunity to visit Fatima from my previous blog And Jesus wept. It was a fun filled girls day out, though we had to be escorted everywhere by a support worker. still it was a great day.

I managed to get her a mobile phone and she was ecstatic about it.  I am appealing to anyone who would like to donate towards buying her a laptop and other girly things like make-up and clothes. Please e-mail me if you are interested in the Fatima Project donations or visit my about page for donation information.

I am also in the process of undergoing an enhanced police check to make sure i am allowed to be around her in accordance with the Protection of Vulnerable Children which is required in England( Great Britain). last but not least i will and hope to have Fatima on Facebook and help her make new friends or even a family for her.

Thank you in advance

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when your trust is violated


There is that point in time because you are always willing to help someone in need, but that very person you have trusted and opened your door to violates your trust, that time is hurtful. you give them from the little that you have so they can better themselves, ou make sacrifices and never complain even when at times you have to go without.

how do you feel when you realise all they ever told you were a bag of lies. in your absence they go through your private things like your your diary which you have hidden that contains who you are, where you been and things you would rather not share and then they try to use that information against you. i just feel so hurt, where do people draw the line

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