Thursday, March 5, 2015

Voices


Sometimes I still hear their voices.

I look down at my body ~ in awe of my 40 pounds of weight loss ~ and still see the little belly that remains.

I laugh at my first "thigh gap" in thirty years and remember how a man I once dated made fun of the sound of my jeans rubbing together when I walked.

I recently told my cousin (who knows very little about my domestic violence story) that my abuser would insert the word "fat" before the b word, the w word, and the c word.

I remember another ex who did not want me to take a break during our work together ~ oh, I had enough fat on reserves, he said.  I went without lunch that day.

I like my body now.  I may have even liked my curvy body even more six months ago.  But I have returned to a body that held my soul before 14 years of back-to-back unhealthy relationships finally took their toll on me.  I revel in the memories of how I once was before verbal, mental, emotional, and physical abuse became a daily part of my life.

So there it is.  And here I am.  Four sizes smaller.  

Stomping out the voices in my head.  One flashback at a time.






Uncensored



Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Singing




"And when my life is over
Remember when we were together
We were alone 
And I was singing this song for you"







Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Sunday, March 1, 2015

February was Enchanting


My Mama always said, "Good things come to those who wait."

My life is unfolding in just the way I always dreamed ~


From my personal life to my spiritual life ~ to everything else in between ~