October of 2019
taught me that I must cut mental ties along with physical ties to people. I
felt let down plenty of times. I felt used by my own siblings. I expected actions
from people who did not even think or considered my feelings. I allowed situations
from people to have power over me.
Some folks would be surprised to know that there are people who are in a secret competition with them. The plot twist is that they are still losing the competition they mentally created with you. There are also people that love to compare their growth to others in their niche. For me, the goal is to outdo me!
Growing
up in a black single-parent home, tough love was vital for my mother. It was how
she was raised, and it was passed on. However, I decided to break and end the generational
tradition of being cold and detached from my family. Being that I am a mother, I do
not want to bring up my son and future kids with too much tough love.
I
am a black lymphie woman who considers herself blessed. It’s not every day any
woman with lymphedema can openly admit to being able to fit into a pair of
skinny jeans. Over the weekend, I pulled out one of my favorite pair of skinny
jeans. I’m talking about skinny jeans that hug my curves just right. Skinny
jeans that make my booty pop as if all I ever do is squats. Oh, and skinny jeans
that I have had for over 5 years that I still can wear with confidence with
lymphedema.



