Love Yourself

BE YOUR SOMEBODY, LOVE YOURSELF | #TEASPIRATION

You’re nobody till somebody loves you. You’re nobody till somebody cares.

—Frank Sinatra

Frank Sinatra Quotes; You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You

I will always encourage you to love yourself. I will not be the only person who tries to hearten you to love yourself despite all doubts.  Yet, if you cannot love yourself all I say and all others say will be in some sense vain. No amount of people can ever love you enough to make you feel like you are somebody worth loving or caring for. The journey to knowing your worth lies within you. The path you seek towards love is yours and only yours to tread. Until you can convince yourself that you are worth every ounce of love that ever manifested you will continue feeling insignificant and unnecessary.

You feel like a “nobody,” because you have convinced yourself that someone or something outside of yourself can make you somebody. You are squandering your good energy trying to prove to the world that you are somebody. What is there to prove? It took me a while to remember, but I have always been somebody. I have always been important, a part and parcel of this great divine tapestry. If it were not so, there would be no need for me to be here. You are here because you are important. You are here because you are necessary. We need something that only somebody, that somebody being you—can provide.

Your heartbeats inspire me,

—♥Egypt

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Beginning My Loc Journey

Interesting enough, I have told this story many times of how we began this cascade of love, and I have yet to tell it here—in the place that manifested from the froth at the bottom those great falls.

My natural loc journey started pretty darn cliché on the “why I began my locs” scale. By my third year of college, I had snipped, cut, colored and styled my hair to the point of no return. I had officially grown tired of relaxing my hair. My hair had fallen into an unthriving state. I was done with trying to figure out how to style and keep my processed strands looking decent between relaxings. Nevertheless, I did not readily choose to go natural after coming to any of these realizations within myself.

No, my natural journey began to take shape around year four. Like many spiritual journeys, it followed a paradigm shift in my romantic life and personal perspective. This transition came a bit after my happily ever after shattered on concrete floor, between the time I maxed out a credit card in a day, and Frank’s sly tongue wriggled its way out of his mouth and into my mental. Continue reading “Beginning My Loc Journey”

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Country Flowers


I come from the land two turns outta gutter swamps, still got bullet holes in SUVs tho—pull up to the famly’union liable to find deer, pig, frog legs, a bite of squirrel and some gator from who tha’fxcks backyard is this, muhnegus we got these roun’here? right next to great grandmal’s good ol’ con’bread and cawlud greens.

#avegansnightmare ♥ #truestory

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The Bag Lady’s SugarHoneyIceTea


Got my hands on an authentic vintage Gucci bag once. A nice one too—a collector’s steal—a connoisseur’s dreams

but really wasn’t my type of, you know, flavor—couldn’t satisfy my sweet tooth... Eh,

so I parted with it three days later for decent enough amount of fiat.

I know, I know—some may say girl you’awholefool out in these streets…well, to each her or his own custom pile of rocks to kick…

I know my own speed of light. I bang hard with my own style. I like the conversion rate of USD to Pesos

—and this Rosetti backpack for that Burlington price tag… let’s just say life was officially given bi.

#thesimplethingsinlife

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Faux Fur

My fur be faux ’cause I found no need to kill for warmth—we have been graced with the rise of comforts, namely pushbutton heat.

I pay no blood price.

You will not catch me trapping rabbits for fashion, ‘cuz like my diamonds I clean no blood from knives for a good show.

You may spy me in authentic fur—genuine leather maybe,

but know it’s been recycled, thrifted, hand-me-downed or gifted, and to the dear creature who has sacrificed most I offer no price, but many meditations well paid.

You will see me here or there my crown ‘dorned full and gratefully feathered, be kin to know they have long since been pluck from vintage wings, cast down from the plumes of one who still soars the skies or pulled from a shelf of manufactured plumage.

Still, you will not find me cursing the man who captures the doe, or the woman who glistens like pressure crafted stars from a laboring man’s land—no, ‘for every life has a price to pay, every bird a good song—and we all have a measure of heart, no one being’s strummings lesser or grander than the next.

Alhamdulillah

—♥E

 

 

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