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Mother: (n)(adj)(v)

Mother as a Noun: a woman who bears a child

Mother as an adjective:  a woman who is affectionate and nuturing 

Mother as a verb: A woman who will put her life on the line to make sure that her child has a better tomorrow. A woman who will sacrifice weeks of hanging out with friends in order not to miss precious moments. A woman who is the craziest person you will ever meet if you lose your mind enough to mess with her child….. etc etc etc

A Mother is  ot a simple definition, but a MOTHER is the greatest gift GOD can give a woman

On August 31, 2013 at 7:29pm I gave birth to my daughter and I also gave birth to my new life in motherhood

Happy 1st Mothers Day to me!!!

P.S. my first Mother’s Day Card Courtesy of Auntie April. Love her!!!!

Mother: (n)(adj)(v)

Mother as a Noun: a woman who bears a child

Mother as an adjective: a woman who is affectionate and nuturing

Mother as a verb: A woman who will put her life on the line to make sure that her child has a better tomorrow. A woman who will sacrifice weeks of hanging out with friends in order not to miss precious moments. A woman who is the craziest person you will ever meet if you lose your mind enough to mess with her child….. etc etc etc

A Mother is ot a simple definition, but a MOTHER is the greatest gift GOD can give a woman

On August 31, 2013 at 7:29pm I gave birth to my daughter and I also gave birth to my new life in motherhood

Happy 1st Mothers Day to me!!!

P.S. my first Mother’s Day Card Courtesy of Auntie April. Love her!!!!

#RP !!!!!

#RP !!!!!

looksomewhereelse:

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.
I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.
I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.
Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.
Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.
My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.
Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

looksomewhereelse:

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.

I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.

Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.

Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.

My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.

Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

I became a Mother because as a Woman that is my job

I became a young Mother because GOD saw it in his plan

I am HER Mommy, because I will give my all just to see that smile,

Even if it means making up and remixing kids songs to calm her down

I became a Mother because as a Woman that is my job

I became a young Mother because GOD saw it in his plan

I am HER Mommy, because I will give my all just to see that smile,

Even if it means making up and remixing kids songs to calm her down

Its personal #beastinsidethebeauty  #reddfit

Its personal #beastinsidethebeauty #reddfit

Mama Africa why do you have tears in your eyes?

It is because my daughter’s have been stolen and sold into new age slavery

#Bringbackourgirls

Mama Africa why do you have tears in your eyes?

It is because my daughter’s have been stolen and sold into new age slavery

#Bringbackourgirls

Hahaha guess whos gonna be a squirtle for Halloween this year??!! Thats right MY KID! (Granted it says son…. my daughter) #ifeelsorryformydaughter #andmyfuturekids #momisaweirdo #embraceit #youallwillbewierdtoo

Hahaha guess whos gonna be a squirtle for Halloween this year??!! Thats right MY KID! (Granted it says son…. my daughter) #ifeelsorryformydaughter #andmyfuturekids #momisaweirdo #embraceit #youallwillbewierdtoo

Curly Sue got nothing on you beautiful #twistout #naturalhair #blackbeauty

Curly Sue got nothing on you beautiful #twistout #naturalhair #blackbeauty

A plane goes missing its international headlines, a ferry sinks we all know about it, Donald Sterling gets banned from NBA we rejoice,  what about our sister’s in Africa? No I didn’t know about it till today but they need to be found!  #Bringbackourgirls

A plane goes missing its international headlines, a ferry sinks we all know about it, Donald Sterling gets banned from NBA we rejoice, what about our sister’s in Africa? No I didn’t know about it till today but they need to be found! #Bringbackourgirls