I
didn't bring in the new year watching beautiful fireworks explode in the brisk
night sky. I didn't bring in the New Year watching the ball drop in New York
with millions of other eager watchers. I didn't bring in the New Year popping
fireworks in 20 degrees southeast Louisiana coldness.
I
spent a lot of time during this 2017 year of going hard for my damn self.
Growing my brand from the mud. I took time out to give myself shout outs
left and right.
It didn't matter if I was promoting my YouTube channel or my blog; I found ways to market my talents. I did not ask any one to help promote or market me either.
It didn't matter if I was promoting my YouTube channel or my blog; I found ways to market my talents. I did not ask any one to help promote or market me either.
So,
a few days ago, I was walking the aisles of my Neighborhood Wal-Mart searching for ingredients for a homemade almond cake. I stepped out of the house that day
looking a Lil’ rough. My hair was in two-strand twists that were a bit flat from
sleeping on them; I wore regular black v-neck and a pair of bleached stained
grey yoga pants with my house slippers to match.
I
wouldn't trade my postpartum body for the world. In fact, I fell in love with
my body even more after giving birth. I'm embracing my stretch marks,
discoloration, and body weight.
I'm now 8 weeks postpartum and anywhere around
10-15 pounds my post pregnancy weight.


