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This is something that I remind my oldest every.si

This is something that I remind my oldest every.single.day as she interacts with her siblings but it’s also a good reminder for all of us.
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It costs nothing extra to be kind. 😘😘😘

#my_ed_recovery TW/CW I grew up going to Catholic

#my_ed_recovery TW/CW
I grew up going to Catholic schools wearing the uniform skirts showing my legs every.single.day. And for a really long time, every.single.day my legs were made fun of. I was told I had thunder thighs, legs like tree stumps and my cankles made fun of. Kids are mean. But they aren't the only ones.
I remember being 11 and having a close family member ask me if I was pregnant because my belly was big after eating a dinner. Another family member wouldn't feed me anything but toast when I would come over, regarding I was too fat to dance with the Dance Theater of Harlem--where I had been dancing for years. I felt so much shame in my size and had no one to talk to about it.
We were forced to watch all those movies bringing awareness to eating disorders and I remember being inspired to starve myself instead of getting the message that eating disorders were dangerous. And so I did. I was in the 6th grade stealing diet pills that promised weight loss while making excuses on why I wasn't eating dinner and tossing lunches in the garbage.
I was also a competitive swimmer at the time and I figured that the rate in which I was burning calories would make me skinny in no time. But I was wrong. Instead, I almost passed out one day during practice and I blamed it on my asthma.
There was a time where I equated my worth with what was on the scale and would fall back into starving myself in unhealthy ways. It wasn't until I was pregnant with my oldest that I realized I had work to do. I never want my kids to hate their bodies the way I did for so long. I never want them to have the internal dialogue I once had. I never want them to have the hateful relationship with food that I once had.
In honor of National Eating Disorder Awareness Week, I have teamed up with some amazing women to share our stories of recovery and hope. Recovery is a journey, not a destination and we hope that you will find inspiration in our stories.
You can read them all here:
@chasingmcallisters
@ownitbabe
@topknotanddoubleshot
@mikazazon
@mirandainclt
@aaronicabcole
@raisinghowells ls
@eliseknowles
@katiemcrenshaw
@ashley_dorough
@meg.boggs

Yes, that’s me smiling with a needle in my arm.

Yes, that’s me smiling with a needle in my arm. I went and donated blood the other day with the @americanredcross. I’ve been a donor for almost 20 years—boy has time flown! Unless I’m pregnant or nursing, I donate regularly and the app makes it easy to keep up with.
This month is special to me though. Did you know that cancer patients are in need of blood? According to the @americancancersociety, 1 in 3 of people in America are diagnosed with cancer. This is an alarming rate which is more alarming because this is something that runs in my family. As someone who is O+, my blood is needed on the regular. As someone who is black, my blood is needed even more because we aren’t showing up to donate.
When I met up with the American Red Cross last year, I learned about this shortage of blood being donating by the black community. We NEED to show up – a diverse blood supply is important to ensure the needs of all patients are met. I can’t stress this enough. This is why I happily sit here and donate my blood.
Here’s what I need you to do:
• go download the Red Cross Donor App
• book your appointment to donate
• show up
Will you join me?
#GiveBloodToGiveTime #sponsored

A couple weeks ago I went away for a women’s wee

A couple weeks ago I went away for a women’s weekend with a bunch of people I didn’t know. What I did know is that I appeared to be the only black woman going and that didn’t make me feel the most comfortable. I shared my inhibitions with my friend @katiemcrenshaw who was the organizer of the trip. I promised I wasn’t backing out but I did think she should know that I wasn’t completely comfortable with being the only black person there.
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As @lovejoleen and I walked into the first house, I saw @glitzngrits (whom I’ve been following for years) and I was slightly at more ease. Slightly. The entire weekend I was a bit stand-offish with the group because it’s hard to feel like you fit in when you’re so different.
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I confessed this to this group of women in a group chat we now have and at first I wasn’t sure how it would be received. My truth was that i wasn’t comfortable or felt safe being the only black woman in the group. Do you know what happened? They heard me. They listened. They didn’t give me all the reasons why I should have trusted them or how I should have felt comfortable. And then they asked how to change things.
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I share this for a couple reasons... 1. Speaking your truth matters. 2. Representation matters. 3. Black voices matter.
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#rrnashville2020

Happy Valentine’s Day! . I love holidays. All of

Happy Valentine’s Day!
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I love holidays. All of them. Even if they’re only for capitalism. But I seriously love a good celebration—especially one dedicated to love.
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There was a time where i didn’t think having the marriage that i have now was possible. Divorce. Single motherhood. Dating. They were all really hard and didn’t feel like i was setting myself up for the happily ever after I dreamt of.
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Now I have the love of my life snoring next to me after entertaining my early morning chats about our marriage. I asked him if this was how he envisioned marriage. His answer? No. It’s way better than what he thought it would be. We laugh and genuinely have a good time with each other.
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This isn’t how I envisioned marriage either. It’s way better. I never would have thought I could feel as at home with someone as i do him. I don’t have to perform or be someone else. He loves me and sees me for who i am.
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Today and everyday we celebrate that love. I hope you’re able to celebrate the love that you have as well! 💋💋💋

There was a time that I thought talking about sex

There was a time that I thought talking about sex was weird, taboo, etc. Like I thought it was so awkward that people knew I’d had “the secks” because I have 3 kids as proof.
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I know. I’m weird.
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But today I’m sharing about natural lube options I’ve found because, well, dryness happens and we should all be able to enjoy moist relations 😉😉😉
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Link in bio.

Oh hey girl... I see you looking fly with your cro

Oh hey girl... I see you looking fly with your crop top when it’s 35 degrees out acting like you aren’t freezing 😘😘😘

Dear Women Everywhere, Being a woman is hard. It f

Dear Women Everywhere,
Being a woman is hard. It feels like we’re constantly being judged by whether we do our makeup, wear the latest trends, exercise, breastfeed or bottle feed our babies, and who we serve at dinner first.
It’s ok to serve yourselves first—literally and metaphorically speaking. Sometimes we just need someone to give us this permission even though we know it’s ok. Here it is: take care if yourselves first.
For the longest, I didn’t take my own advice. I ended up pre-diabetic and wondering how it was that I had let myself go to the point that I didn’t even know that there was almost something seriously wrong with me. You know how? Because I showed up for everyone but myself. And then when it came time to, I didn’t have the energy to take care of me.
Don’t be me. Don’t show up and cheer all the people on whilst putting yourself on the back burner. Don’t wait until you’re thinner, more fit, have more money, have more time, or until your reality is anything different than what it is now before you show up and show out for yourself.
Get a massage now. Set your boundaries now. Mix every pattern you own now. Wear the dress. Do the makeup. Fuel your body. Fill your cup. Do it now because YOU ARE WORTHY IN THIS VERY MOMENT!!!! I hope you know you are loved.
xoxo,
Me
📸 @katiemcrenshaw

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