December 2015 – French Girl in Brooklyn

#AtTime

#AtTime, there is a definite disconnect between the person I know I am, and the way I feel about myself. Let me reiterate: I get insecure. #AtTime. But I am not completely sure why. Pragmatically, I have nothing to complain about, I guess… Of course there will always be a Better-Looking-Smarter-Tighter-Booty-More-Accomplished-Talented-Perfect-Skin-Perfect-Teeth-Perfect-Fro-Perfect-Diet-Goes-To-The-Gym-On-A-Regular-Basis-Drinks-One-Gallon-Of-Water-A-Day-Has-That-Flawless-Fashion-Sense-Eloquent-Just-Got-Her-PHD-Chick, ya know… you feelContinue reading “#AtTime”

#TormentIsGoodForSales

Inebriated… I want to feel the way I feel when I’m in falling… You know? When I’m falling for someone. I want to be up all night and not be tired in the morning because of the thrill. I want to forget to eat because my stomach feels as full as if the contentContinue reading “#TormentIsGoodForSales”

#MergingIntoMyself

I long to be Free. Free from my fears. Free from the imaginary boundaries I inflicted mySelf. I long to be mySelf. The woman I’ve always meant to be. Phenomenal woman, that’s Me. The one who will own her flaws and recognize them as the most enticing part of who she is. The one whoContinue reading “#MergingIntoMyself”