Weekly Reflections

A time to reflect on the week that has just ended….

Mood Meter: Content

This week was quiet.

I thought a lot about my diet and I paid close attention to everything I ate.

I couldn’t stop staring at my belly this week.

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Was I always this bloated?

Why does weight have to form in the belly area?

Would I be wrong to create a GoFundMe account for liposuction?

I’m noticing my stomach is always upset after eating dairy products.

Do I have irritable bowel syndrome?

Gallstones?

I made a doctor’s appointment.

Just in case.

My family has a history of stomach related cancers.

Better safe than sorry.

Is this my introduction into being 38?

Sigh.

I thought about new tattoos this week.

My little sister is turning 21 next month.

I think it would be perfect to get a tattoo and treat her to her first one as well.

I’m a bomb big sister. LOL!

My car karaoke consisted of Ari Lennox and Megan Thee Stallion this week.

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Ari Lennox’s smooth, melodic voice calmed me during my hours of traffic this week.

Megan Thee Stallion had me sticking my tongue out every chance I could get.

Pulling up to my professional workplace blasting ratchet music is the highlight of my mornings.

The blank stares and disgusted looks are priceless.

I wore a lot of jewelry this week.

My new obsession is layers of gold necklaces around my neck.

Large colorful bangles.

Gawdy rings.

And.

Statement Earrings.

I’m such a girly girl.

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“When They See Us” premiered last week on Netflix.

“When They See Us” is a series that exposes the breakdown of the U.S. criminal justice system during the Central Park Five case.

I ain’t gon lie.

I haven’t been able to muster up enough strength to watch this movie yet.

I’m still reeling from the R. Kelly documentary.

I also recently watched the Kalief Browder documentary.

As a mother of a young black son, I know it’s imperative to watch these documentaries for awareness.

But honestly, it hurts too much.

I’m usually emotionally drained at the end of these shows.

I’m sad and depressed.

All I want to do is hug my son and tell him that this would never happen to him.

Unfortunately that is not realistic.

This can happen to him and the only thing we can do is prepare him for such moments in life.

I will eventually watch the series.

I just have to mentally prepare.

I heard the series was beautifully created and a job well done.

Go Ava Duvernay!

Black Girl Magic!

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I’m a fan of Project Runway.

This season featured a young black man from my  hometown.

Baltimore.

Greenmount and 33rd to be exact!

Bishme Cromartie.

I already knew his name because I’d previously purchased a really cute sweatshirt with his signature felt like floral essence stitched into the sleeve.

One of my favorites.

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An actual Bishme creation! One of my favorite sweatshirts ever!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He repped Bmore the entire season.

I watched and rooted for him.

His work was awe inspiring throughout the show.

Towards the end, he faced some family struggles.

It impacted his creativity.

He made it to the Top 4.

His last designs were lackluster.

I aint gon lie.

His inability to crank out an exemplary display costed him the judges approval.

He was sent home.

He was crying and everything.

But he bowed out gracefully and showed gratitude and love to his fellow cast mates.

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Bishme Cromartie: One of my fave Bishme designs on the show this season was his blue sparkly bomber jacket. LOVE!

That was a lesson for me.

You win some and you lose some.

You gotta face your losses.

And do it with grace.

Accepting defeat with grace is an art.

I attended my nephew’s 5th grade graduation this week.

At the end of the graduation while waiting on my nephew to come outside.

My mother in law witnessed a guy coming toward me, staring at me and then how he proceeded to feel  my butt!

She was horrified and could hardly get it out.

“That guy just touched your butt and he did it on purpose!”

He quickly disappeared into the large crowd.

I didn’t even notice the guy looking at me and with all of the people walking past me, I just thought it was someone who brushed past me on accident.

I had no clue.

I thought to myself, I should not have worn this dress with my butt poking out.

Then I had to channel my inner Amber Rose.

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I don’t care what I have on, it does not warrant a man to touch me in any way, form or fashion.

I felt slightly violated.

#MeToo

Anywho.

Watching all of the kids gleefully accept their certificates was amazing.

They don’t even know that they are about to embark on the turning points of their lives.

Middle School.

I truly believe that middle school shapes our lives.

Not elementary.

Not high school.

But Middle School.

Middle school is a reality.

You begin forming your own opinions.

Coming into yourself.

Puberty is at an all time high.

Your body is changing.

The awkward phase.

I had a super awkward phase in middle school.

Complete with teasing and body shaming.

I was skinny and would wear my mother shoes to school.

The kids would taunt me and say my shoes looked like steaks.

Steaks!!!

What was I thinking?

I would’ve teased me too!!

It’s a lot.

My son graduates 5th grade next week.

Am I gonna cry?

I ain’t gon cry.

Yes I am, who am I fooling.

I was just pushing him and his head full of hair in the stroller.

Now him and his head full of hair stands eye to eye with me.

TALL!

I’m not ready!!!!

Ill update you on the graduation in next weeks reflections.

I’m visiting my baby nephew tomorrow.

I haven’t seen him since he was born a few weeks ago.

I love him and cant wait to hold him!

I plan to begin reading “Their Eyes Were Watching God”, by Zora Neal Hurston next week.

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I binge watched the second season of  “She’s Gotta Have It” this week and Spike Lee  made sure to incorporate her quotes and references though out the series.

A few months ago, I got lost reading old reviews about this book and never followed up with purchasing the book.

This book is iconic.

I read it in school over 20 years ago.

I was bored and uninterested then.

Its time to read it as an adult.

Unplug from social media.

We shall see!

Happy Friday Guys!