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Sep 21

I Was Missing My Life. Saving It for Later.

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by GG of AllTheManyLayers Work without inspiration was like sex without love. Once I got a taste of the real thing, I could hardly tolerate the monotonous bump and grind. I remember the waiting. Waiting for the meetings to be over. Waiting for 5 o’clock. Counting down to Friday. Waiting for payday. Dragging my way through quarter-end rush. Spending the…

Sep 21

I Used to Hate Myself.

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by Leandra of What My World's Like I used to hate myself. Used to hate so much about my appearance. My hair when it wasn’t “done”, meaning perfectly straight, which it is naturally incapable of ever being. My body because it wasn’t slim enough; too much muscle and too much fat in comparison to the svelte bodies I began to…

Sep 21

Young Female Beauty- What Do We Owe?

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by of ThePsychologyOfStyle I wish my hair was like yours Miss Amber.” A 9-year-old girl said this to me a few weeks ago. Instead of accepting the intended compliment, I paused, stood still and stared at her. She had beautiful braids with beads at the end of each strand in coordinating colors. I thought to myself, “Why does she want…

Sep 21

I Have Never Been in a Fight

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C Dot Chester Photography by GG of AllTheManyLayers I have never been in a fight. A physical one, I mean. I like to think that I could defend myself if I had to, but it’s never been tested. I’ve never been bullied or physically attacked. I don’t like to yell, my voice sounds weird when I do. Arguments and confrontations…

Sep 21

You are a Process.

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by Leandra of What My World's Like I am a process. You are a process. We are a process. Each of us is perpetually ‘becoming’. There is no end. What doesn’t grow is dead. Perfection is illusory, yet I strive to manifest it in the most possible way by simply being better. Sometimes, I fail. Sometimes, I succeed. Some lessons…