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Hi!

Speaker, mental health advocate and an impolite woman of the south, here to share my shamelessly honest opinion on important social topics.

Occasionally, I’ll discuss my travels, but mostly I'll be talking to women of color, specifically black women who are on the brink of journey or in the thick of the journey. Wherever you are, join the convo!!

Atlanta, GA people, let’s collaborate!

Whatever you believe is true.

Whatever you believe is true.

Whenever you decide to answer the call, be prepared to be met with new levels of fuck shit. New devils will appear from thin air. It's a good thing I'm well prepared for the new things that have come my way. Still, I have been mentally and physically exhausted for the past few weeks. I couldn’t read books, I couldn’t focus while I meditated, and pms wouldn’t let me be great. I finally hit a block I could no longer ignore, and I have been slumped all week.

Right now, I am in mindfulness mode; still basking in the response that sharing my story is getting. I have tons of things to say; I had even planned to say something about how Slim Thug needs to mind his own affairs and not Ciara's, but I stopped giving a shit about that story pretty fast. (Corny guys are where it's at!) I'm tired so I'm about to watch mindless television until I pass out. #selfcare Anyway, instead a well thought out post, you get a completely unrelated nugget. 

Whatever you believe, is true. 

Great, Now My Manicure is Political Too

Great, Now My Manicure is Political Too

What About Your Friends

What About Your Friends