I hate my hair. Those damned kinky, clustered, bouncy curls That sprout out of my scalp And spring spirals. I can't stand those voluptuous waves that cascade, God-given and uniquely ours. Thick as princesses luxurious tresses Oh, how I hate them. With texture and shine That speaks Of my style, And body that most girls would pay for. It's those baby nap edges, Tangled tendrils' caresses Delirious locks that shoot skyward That identify me As a glorified queen, That scream my uniqueness, And paints the portrait of imperfect Perfection. From my roots to my smile, I embody my power And my curls are the reason I am me. Glenfiddich 12 (I cheated tonight ;)
Liked v. Likable Instead of worrying about being liked, nurture the components of yourself that are likable. For me, it's kindness, respectfulness, and gratitude. #BeYourself
Amy Winehouse The soulful, beautiful songbird who graced us with her rich voice for far too short a time. When I hear Amy sing, I feel that modern music still has a chance. The power and control she exemplifies would make legends like Aretha Franklin proud. Bull-headed and artistic as Amy was, she restored faith in today's music with her eccentric twist on the blues, topping charts and breaking hearts until the end. Raw talent like Amy's is something to be treasured, and I can only be grateful it was shared with the world.
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