I’ve come the conclusion that ice cream is absolutely my favorite food group and I’m not ashamed.
Since being exhausted is no fun, I decided to share my favorite things that help me get right to bed.
I’ve loved Tracee Ellis Ross ever since Girlfriends. In my head she’s Auntie Tracee. Although her hair has always been goals, she’s been killing it lately.
Insecurity is something I’d like to say we all deal with. If you disagree, I’m calling you on your lie. Recently, I’ve been feeling increasingly insecure. It could be the new job. Since starting five months ago every now and then I feel when I take one step forward, gaining my footing, I take two steps back. Kind of like a humbling tango. Or, this decline in confidence could also be due to my upcoming wedding and the panic I endure every few weeks about the fact that someone has chosen ME to be with them for the rest of their life. I’ll lay in bed thinking “Me? Is he sure he wants to be with this forever?” or “It’s only a matter of time before my flaws start wearing at him and he’s sick of me.” I beat myself up for even thinking these self-doubts. Then, I beat myself up even more for being insecure, especially when I scroll through my Instagram timeline and see other women living their best life via swimsuit photos …
So I’m engaged. *cue balloons, streamers, and questions about when we’re having babies.*
It’s that time of year again.
The world has very little information about R&B singer H.E.R., but I already know she’s my soul sister.
When you’ve found true love, be warned because there’s no turning back. You can fight it, but you’ll be back. You can’t mess with destiny.
Originally published on SheLeadsAfrica.org Picture it: Monday morning. You sit in traffic for 45 minutes just to go 10 miles. You pass your work place as you head to a parking lot which is 5 blocks south of your office block because the usual lot is full. As you pull up, you glance at the clock and you are now 3 minutes late; despite waking up early and leaving your house 10 minutes ahead of schedule. As you walk out your heel gets stuck and as you try to save the Jimmy Choo, the heel breaks. On your walk into work, you’re reminded that the country you live in just elected a cartoon character to be its next president (I live in the U.S., if you couldn’t tell). You walk into work, someone looks at you and allows the door to slam in your face. As if that was not enough for one morning, you get to your desk and your co-worker calls you by the wrong name. Now, as your irritation increases, you …