Anybody else feel like they're becoming a completely different woman lately? Not necessarily better or worse… just different. Different wants, different needs, different tolerance levels. It's interesting watching yourself evolve.
people on the internet are immature. when will people realize that some things aren’t “lick backs” it’s simply being grownnn and mature about situations and it’s even deeper when kids are involved.
letting the man who broke your family up hold the baby you made with the man who replaced him is a different level of LICK BACK 😭 oh Catherine come get your Baddie Chain
I love being at a point where I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything. I can stay home all weekend, put my phone on DND, enjoy my routine & be completely happy. I don’t care who’s outside or what anybody else got going on. I’m perfectly content in my own little world, and that peace is priceless. 🤍
i pray my future husband is a man who enjoys being married to me. not just a man who wants a wife, but someone who genuinely loves the friendship, companionship, romance and responsibility that come with having me as his partner.
If you’re a soft, nurturing, and kind woman at your core it is mandatory that you’re with a protector and provider, and when I say provider I don’t mean solely financial.
Godly friendships are so special. There’s something beautiful about God placing people in your life who pray for you about the very things you’ve been praying about in private. It’s little reminders like that that show me God is in every detail.
ecclesiastes really makes you sit with the reality that life is temporary, people change, seasons pass, and not everything will go according to plan. somehow, there’s wisdom and freedom in accepting that.
you get sexier and sexier when you focus on enriching your mind. it’s sexy to be well-read and to want to explore new topics. it’s sexy to have a pulsating curiosity that keeps the student in you alive. it’s sexy to keep stretching your mind garden instead of remaining the same.
My body is my first home. My sensuality belongs to ME. My beauty belongs to ME. My breasts, curves, softness + physical presence are all MINE to inhabit w/o apology. I will never accept that possessing a body others find desirable makes my existence inherently sexual. I refuse.
The older I get, the more I understand why people disappear into gardening, baking, reading, and long walks. Not because life got boring. Because peace became valuable.
i got a habit of turning situations that were supposed to set me back into reasons i’m doing better than before. i don’t know how to stay defeated. give me a minute to get my mind right & i’m right back making shit happen.