If you ask me what my fondest memories are I’m always going to think back to the ones from my childhood. There were some bad times, of course. What kid doesn’t pack a bag and threaten to run away from home at least once? I remember the first time that my 6 or 7-year-old self declared that I was leaving due to the injustices of my home. My mother sarcastically encouraged me to go and assisted me by opening the front door. She waited for me to walk out but as I stared outside I saw what looked like a scene out of the movie Jumanji. I swear, I remember seeing a flying dinosaur swoop down past my face and the distance from the front door to the sidewalk looked like it was miles apart. Shooken with fear but still wanting to keep my pride, I backed down and told her that I would leave and go on my journey another day. I sure told her.Continue reading…
When a situation occurs that reminds me of one that I’ve been in before, my mind usually goes straight to predicting how said situation will turn out. This is solely to further validate my belief that I was born with prophetic or psychic ability. Also, it grants me another possible chance to tell people that I, indeed, was born with prophetic or psychic ability. *winks*
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My older brother has always been the one to tell me what to expect as I got older. What sort of things I’d experience in relationships, friendships and in life in general were typically his main points of focus. My parents did too but the generational and cultural differences made it difficult to relate to some of their teachings. Now that I am older, their knowledge combined with what I have learned on my own has made a pretty-perfect combo and turned me into the “know it all” that I am today. While my major flaws lie in sometimes stating my opinions condescendingly, I never claim to know everything. However, there is one thing that I do know for sure or have noticed at the very least.
“What does Girl #3 mean?” is usually the first question people tend to ask. “You sing?”, in a surprised tone, tends to be the second. Even though the title of the EP or maybe even the mere fact that I (SIS) am dropping one is a shock to most, it’s nothing compared to what listeners are in store for once they push play. After years of fear and contemplation, Girl #3 is finally on the brinks of release and it feels like the right time…finally.
You don’t have trust issues!
…Or maybe you do. Who knows? But before you wallow in the belief that the way you trust or distrust is a real issue, let’s try dissecting what the term “trust issues” actually means and how it’s used.
Trust, or the lack there of, begins affecting most of us at an early age. I can remember the moment where trust no longer seemed like such an easy concept. I was around 6 years old and I had asked a friend to hold the money my mom had given me. We were on our summer camp trip and I had no pockets. Surely, I could trust her with my soggy 10$ bill. We went our separate ways and when we met back on the bus at the end of the day, I learned that she had spent my money. Not some of it. All of it. She spent it on cotton candy, a Slurpee and a stuffed animal. I was as astonished as a 6-year-old could be.
At the top of the year, weeks maybe even days before, nobody could tell much of any of us that this was not our year. This was the year that we would put all of our dreams into action, the year we would be recognized for our talents. This was the year that all of our loose ends would be tied and everything would come around full circle.
The luxuries of being born with a vagina peak at the highest levels of greatness but all good things come with its share of downfalls. In more recent years, women have taken to social media to express their support for their female counterparts.