PeriodT. (6/19)
All the breath in your lungs
Is stronger than the tears in your eyes
It’s do or die, but we’re alive
And while we’re here, hold the line
For the rest of the year, I am practising being a better friend to myself. I want to stop talking myself out of doing/ going after things that I would undoubtedly, without hesistation or second thought, advice my friends to go after. But most of all, I want to be able to tell myself gently & consistently that things are going to be okay and to have the courage to trust my own reassuring voice.
Hear ye! Hear ye! Her royal highness would like to issue a statement. Let it be known far and wide that a girl’s heart is sold… to the good people at Spotify. They have my heart and I will carry their babies. Also while we are at it, can the FBI agent assigned to me help me track the person/ algorithm that picked out my summer rewind playlist? They/it made my last day of June absolutely remarkable. Thank you! This music sounds like growth.
“Niko spending mood hatari. Who do I think I am” said Neema. 100% that bitch Neema. 100%. You are too much, that’s what you are. Don’t forget to pin it on the real culprit sis, it’s probably the hormones.
How do I tell the people who owe me money that my period is late because of them? “Dear Sirs, there has been a noticeable spike in my cortisol levels due to the delay in payments. As a result, my progesterone levels might be too low to complete the necessary phase of my menstrual cycle. Regards, Will There Be Blood?”
Acknowledging that there is priviledge in working in an environment that I can make a difference in.
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Note to self: Exercise your freedom of choice. Remember, remember, remember the women who came before you & the choices they were denied simply by virtue of being women. Then honor their hard-won victories by exercising your freedom of choice and creating more opportunities for your daughters who will not just survive but thrive because you remembered your role in history.
Matching my eyeshadow to my clothes is my new aesthetic.
Did you know that birth control pills are possibly the largest uncontrolled experiment in medical history? I think about this a lot. I think about what ought to be done about it. We must donate to the kind of scientific research that furthers the development & understanding of the female anatomy & it’s workings.
I went for STRICTLY SILK! That’s it. That’s the news.
If someone told me 4 years ago that I would get to a point in my life when one of my strenghts would be my ability to keep it going, I wouldn’t have believed them. I have grossly underestimated my tenacity and resilience. An actual bulldog I am. But also, my previous subscription to survival mode has expired. The coming days, weeks, months and years are for liiiiiiiivvvvvvviiinnnn’. So if you see me around ask me whether i’m liiiiiiiivvvvvvviiinnnn.
Attempting to answer:
1.What makes me me?
2. What is important to me now?
See you next flo,
XOXO.






