Do something for yourself.

Stress is worse for your body than an entire box of pizza. Legit. Prolonged periods of stress can lead to the following : Low energy. Headaches. Upset stomach, including diarrhoea, constipation and nausea. Aches, pains, and tense muscles. Chest pain and rapid heartbeat. Insomnia. Frequent colds and infections. Loss of sexual desire and/or ability. … Continue reading Do something for yourself.

Blended thoughts on a burnt relationship.

I hope that you exercise human compassion and become an advocate for women some day. I hope you stop referring to women as "bitches" and "cunts" for having an opinion. That someday you believe that women are not below you and you use your intelligence towards making a positive difference in this world.

Choose love.

I was 21 years old when I had my first pregnancy scare. Several days late, wondering why my birth control didn't work the way it was supposed to, anxiously opening the doors to CVS to purchase a test I never knew I'd have to take at such a young age. Weighing the options available if … Continue reading Choose love.

Walking to work.

I was wearing a loose black dress from Urban. I paired it with black combat boots and gold bangles. I had been a slob all day, so I figured I'd throw something cute on to run some errands before work. I stepped on the elevator, a man stood next to me and stared at my … Continue reading Walking to work.

To you, I’m just a “sort of”

He usually texts at around 2am. Sometimes I'll receive a sober phone call in the afternoon to "say hi," and other times it's a 4am, "Hey, what's up?" text. Never consistent, never expected, never sought after. I don't wait by the phone for a message to pop up. His name seems to be slightly larger than … Continue reading To you, I’m just a “sort of”

“Did you intimidate him, Beth?”

"Did you intimidate him, Beth?" my friend asked in response to my recent grievances about a guy. The question caught me off guard. Immediately my fingers violently tapped on the glass screen of my iPhone, firing back a response to defend myself. The question felt like a burning arrow aimed straight at my ego, roaring bright with intense … Continue reading “Did you intimidate him, Beth?”