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STEADFAST

Written by: Brittany Naturaltylist M. of  Let’s #BeWomen Support Group


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Evening Ladies… 💋💋💋

I want you to focus on a concept and word that holds much meaning and power tonight. I am sure many of you can connect and relate. Continue reading

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY

International-Womens-Day1Thanks to Google’s International Women’s Day doodle I did some quick and almost perfunctory research about a day that I think I should know about…but didn’t. Should I feel bad that as a woman I wasn’t aware of International Women’s Day? Should I just accept that there are soooo many movements for the protection, equality and representation of women (me)…that this one slipped through the crack? Am I overthinking it as I have a tendency to do (which I’ve been told…many times…LOL!)? Continue reading

Are You Priviledged?

Priv Ques

tumblr_ngr159UlI01tlaes3o1_500Do you consider yourself to be privileged and how do you define or describe it? By privileged I don’t mean the “I wear all the name brands to maintain an appearance” – idea of privilegedness (yup made that one up) but the noun defined as “a special right, advantage, or immunity granted or available only to a particular person or group of people.” Continue reading

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Nappyheaded-Afrowearing-Angela Davis-Wannabe!!!!!!

YUP!!! Had that insult loudly hurled at me out on the playground and since I thought he was oooooo soooo cute, it really cut me deep. I was so angry with my Momma for sending me out into the world looking like a Q-tip. Don’t judge me, 6th grade is rough!!! It Clicker 2didn’t get better as I went to high school and almost flunked gym because I did NOT want to get my hair wet and spend all of my lunch blow-drying it and trying to smooth it out with my butane curling iron (that would NEVER get hot enough). Oh stop looking like you didn’t have the butane clicker.

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….if its abuse….why do they stay??!

Leaving shadowIf it’s abuse…..why do they stay?? IF it is…..

How many times have you heard this question??  I’ve heard people say, “that’s a shame….why do/did you stay in an abusive relationship?” or “Why doesn’t she just leave?”  Sometimes the question is meant as an honest inquiry.  However, often it is spoken with an undercurrent of hostility or disbelief that things must not be as bad as they seem. This attitude sends a  message to anyone who stays in abusive relationships are somehow to blame for their abuse. Continue reading

Victim of Domestic Violence??? How Did I Get Here?

Never!! Never!! NEVER!!!

I NEVER thought I would see the day when I was in a domestic violence situation. I am smarter than that. I know whatDomestic-violence-counseling-in-ann-arbor domestic violence is….I’ve seen it in my childhood and vowed it would never happen to me. No man will ever do to me, the things that I’ve seen my Mother endure. Never. Continue reading

Free your Mind

I’ve been so busy holding on to all things that I have bogged myself down. I can’t do much to help others until I allowevery-woman myself permission to feel what I was feeling and address these feelings. As many of us have been taught, we are every woman. We never let them see us sweat…..I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan. But one thing I couldn’t do, was deal with my feelings. Continue reading

What is Your Highway Story?

Congestion……. another word for my commute along with the words long, frustrating and tedious.

grandma-signal-memePair the stop and go tedium of my commute with a very active imagination and you will find me peering over the dashboard giving every car a story. It’s my harmless way of entertaining myself to keep from intentionally crashing into the slow-for-no-reason town car in front of me. Here’s how it works, I look at a car that I’m inching through traffic with and create a story for the driver based on my observations. I call it Highway Story. Today we met Gwen….she is driving a ridiculously shiny (considering all of the salt and brine on the roads and every other car) black high-end SUV with her sunglasses propped up in her beautiful hair. Continue reading

A Lesson from Dirty Dancing

I close my eyes  and  I can clearly hear Bill Medly’s sultry voice as the song begins singing “Now I’ve had the time of my life and I’ve never felt this way before’…..I LOVE this movie! Now you have the song stuck in your head too so don’t act like you don’t know  Dirty Dancing is an awesome movie!  For me it holds fond memories and it showed so many things.

This random outburst of my love for a movie (that may reveal my age) came from a fond memory.  When I was a kid (no son, I didn’t use an abacus) Friday Night was movie night! We soooo look forward to at the end of the week! My Dad come home from work and after his shower, reading his papers (the Norristown Times Herald AND the Philadelphia Inquirer) and getting something to eat, he would take us out to get  all of our favorite snacks (to share). Me = Dunkin’ Donuts, Lee = Pepperoni and Steph = a jar of olives. We would stop at the video store on Marshall Street where the owner knew our names (long before Blockbuster) and picked out our weekend entertainment. I see us getting our ‘floor blankets’ stretching them out on the living room floor with the VCR remote plugged in (nope, it wasn’t wireless yet), our snacks and our pillows. HEAVEN!!! I look back and think how simple life was but how much we appreciated what may seem like a small thing. Continue reading