#self-esteem - CurlyNikki

Sep 11

And Then I Realized, “I’m Not Crazy, I’m An Introvert.”

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by GG of All the Many Layers Being around people can be so exhausting. I went to a baseball game last week as a team building activity with some new coworkers. The first thing I did upon entering the stadium was grab a drink. The idea of having to be conversant and interactive for the next few hours was extremely…

Sep 11

So You Like to Fix People?

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Here's Why You Need to Stop by GG of All The Many Layers You know that part of you that wants to see the good in people? The rescuer? The one that sees the potential in dark places and the good intentions behind the bad decisions? You see people as puzzles just waiting for someone who has the patience to…

Sep 11

Flat Booty.

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By Erickka Sy Savané of Bitches Brew Blog “If you stand against the wall, we don’t know where the wall ends and your ass begins!” said my “best friend” from elementary school, making me the butt of her jokes once again. At the time I was a chunky girl whose weight went directly to my stomach, which was always bigger…

Sep 11

Why Happiness Is Not Good Enough For Me

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by GG of All the Many Layers *Most people would rather be certain they're miserable, than risk being happy.| Robert Anthony Life offers plenty of threats to our happiness. It's unpredictable. Being a good person does not guarantee good fortune. Struggle doesn't discriminate. Pessimism is realism. Immediate gratification is sneaky. Self-sabotage is a widespread addiction. Naysayers surround. Threats abound. Nothing…

Sep 11

Bad Hair.

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By Erickka Sy Savané of Bitches Brew Blog “N. A. P. P. Y.” said my grandmother to her friend, as she struggled to get a comb through my hair. The woman, who like my grandmother was so light that she could almost pass for white, chuckled and nodded in agreement. Sensing that something was fishy, six-year-old me spelled the letters back.…