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It all comes to a climax when we ourselves realize that through all the bull-crap and the struggles that we face, everything is going to be okay.

Please find your voice and find your purpose before it’s too late.  - Nicki Minaj


Have you ever had that moment where you are so sure but something called "FEAR" holds you back?! I have had that moment. Many times. And every single time, I push through. Regardless of what I think the outcome will be. And it most cases, I'm never right!! The outcome always surprises me and it's in those moments that I wonder, "What the hell was I so worried about?!"

These days, it's so rare for women to go outside without so much as a lick of make-up.Yet, I advocate it! Don't get me wrong, I can beat my face up good, and I have spent a good amount of coin on my make-up products; but sometimes, some moisturizer and some Vaseline is all I want and prefer. No powder; no anything. Blank canvas. I know and have read numerous articles about make-up and what it means to women when they wear make-up and I completely agree with all the opinions that were shared such as: it makes them feel empowered; it makes them feel beautiful; and lastly, it makes them feel confident in who they are. Beauty standards and the pressures of society. Instead of loving and embracing out natural born beauty, J.Cole had it right on his track Crooked Smile about just how far we women go for validation:

Love yourself, girl, or nobody will

Oh, you a woman? I don't know how you deal

With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels

I feel for you

Killing yourself to find a man that'll kill for you

You wake up, put makeup on

Stare in the mirror but its clear that you can’t face what’s wrong

No need to fix what God already put his paint brush on

Your roommate yelling, "Why you gotta take so long?"

What it's like to have a crooked smile

This crooked smile