I never thought it would be me. For the most part, finding myself a part of that kind of screwed up statistic was devastating. The ‘sisters with blisters’ club is not one you voluntarily sign up for. Abuse is for others, I used to think. Until it was for me.
…on what has unintentionally become repeated exposure to my biggest fear. Say Yes was intended to be a time boxed exercise to get me back out there. Borne from the rude awakening that I was a few declined invites short of becoming a social recluse who at 40, would find herself surrounded by only cats, a parrot and the stench of animal piss.
Beauty for me is an inside-out thing. Pretty fades. Fast. I’ve never given too much thought to my ‘pretty’ because I never thought I was. Strong is the new sexy, and I do strong in spades. When I feel strong, I feel beautiful.
In my industry, at least, the manner in which you dress ultimately has an impact on the way you are perceived and the impression you make, and sometimes has a bearing on the rewards received. It takes 4 seconds to assess a person, so you need to be aware of what your clothes say about you.
Originally posted on Conversation Zimbabwe:
Hey, you! Yes, you. Stop slut shaming. I recently read about the “top 50 Harare naughty girls” list while catching up on what was then the hot…
So much to do, so little time… To keep track of it all, I made a list!
The game has changed. This new age “awkward meandering through something that feels like something that leads to sex that may or may not be something that continues for a time until one party wants to make it an official something” is like living through the plot twists of a Game of Thrones season.
This is my first in a series of blogs in which I will be chronicling journey towards an even more awesome version of myself. I’ve lived and have the scars to show. I don’t have it all together but I’m working on me. I want to remain in a constant state of improvement. That’s my idea of the perfect journey.