I won’t sit here and claim that I get approached all the time or that every guy and his brother notices me.  Nope…I’m not that one.  But, I’ve had a few recent experiences that have caused me to worry about our young men.  And this time, not in a life or death manner.  No, this is more of a social disturbance.  It disturbs me because, I guess, it’s acceptable.  They don’t say “excuse me miss,” or “hello.”  Instead, they yell out of car windows and stare at you.  It’s kinda sa

Never good enough…just not quite pretty enough…not tall enough but just a tad too short…just shy of smart enough…not skinny enough yet not big enough…just NOT IT!  Funny thing is, nobody ever told me these things.  I was just talented enough to convince myself of them.  I didn’t have a bad childhood.  In fact, I had a pretty awesome upbringing.  My parents took the best care of me, loved me…and they still do.  I had everything I needed and most of what I wanted but I that jus

I was always one that believed I couldn’t live without a perm…relaxer…the “creamy crack”.  I needed it…every 6 to 8 weeks like clock work.  In the chair at the salon enduring the burn on my scalp.  Willing to risk the chance of scabs and soreness for the straightest of straight strands of hair.  Yep…had my hair fried…dyed…and laid to the side.  Lol.  Until I experienced chemical damage and I was forced not to get a perm.  I was completely devastated.  You My hair wasn’t just