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My words, my thoughts, my life. Writing my way to freedom.

My words, my thoughts, my life. Writing my way to freedom.

24 days ago

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Milk mixed with Shame and Judgment

It’s nearing the end of #Blackbreastfeedingweek and all the posts on social media have inspired me as I continue on this unexpectedly prolonged breastfeeding journey. I never thought I would still be here, almost fourteen months later. I simply promised myself I would try to nurse him up to a year or as long as he was interested. I figured he would tire of it by six months. I…

a month ago

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Nipple pads and Spa days

It’s taken me awhile to get here… I’ve been slowly taking my self-care advice with baby steps. After spending so much time focusing mainly on my child and husband, I am making more of an effort to reconnect with myself. It hasn’t been easy, I still rush out of the house sometimes barely leaving time to get myself dressed and together. If I could wear workout clothes…

3 months ago

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Teaching my son

I wasn't raised to have autonomy over my own body. I was raised in the most traditional sense; I was to be seen and not heard. Adults were always right even if they were blatantly wrong. Growing up, there were a few male relatives who liked to hug and hold me a little too close and for a little too long. It was always done in front of my parents,…

3 months ago

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First Father's Day

Last Father’s Day, there was a baby in my belly. The one before that, I had someone else barely cooking in my stomach and shortly after we celebrated with brunch at The Smith, we lost them. I was devastated. You handled it all in stride. Not once did I see pain on your face or in the clench of your fist. You held it together for me. Or maybe…

4 months ago

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Forgetfulness

Tiny details, that may seem insignificant to some, are slowly slipping from my memory. I've always applauded myself on how well I remembered people’s faces and random details no one ever cared about. I’m the girl who pretends she doesn’t remember people, but truthfully, I rarely forget a face. And numbers. I used to know telephone numbers like it was my job. Thanks to cell phones, knowing…

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