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Writing my way to freedom.

Writing my way to freedom.

8 days ago

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I want to be Strong

I still struggle with speaking up and out. I still lose my voice inside of my own body. I have a son now and the mere thought weighs heavily across my shoulders. I was raised to be seen and not heard, to be respectful to my own detriment, to smile when I want to cry. I walk around the world with a plastic smile plastered across my face because someone…

a month ago

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Girl's Trip

I recently came back from a girl’s trip to California. This trip highlighted just how much I was neglecting myself. I was so used to taking care of everyone I didn't even realize how little I left for me. I agonized over my decision to leave my 20-month-old with his father. It was the first time we'd been separated for more than twelve hours. Even when I told my…

8 months 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…

8 months 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…

10 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,…

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