sometimes i feel like i can articulate exactly what i feel.
but most times when i start. i feel like i cant write fast enough or it’s never right.
or i get so caught up in grammar and not making any mistakes. i over edit until everything isn’t what i wanted.
so i just plan to post photos because photos are easier than words sometimes.
and sometimes i want to post blog shit about skin care and hair care and all the other stuff i love.
But how jank are those posts? they feel so over done.
but ill do it if i want. bc my skin has been A1 FINALLY and i feel like it would be a good thing to share.
Morning talks with water in coffee mugs.
Andre Molina is my husband and I am his wife. I am Mrs. Molina
How crazy is that. Ashley Marie Osorio, got fucking married.
These past 4 years have been nothing short of wild as fuck, and beautiful.
Andre & I are so lucky to have so many amazing people in our lives. Celebrating our 4 year anniversary with meeting him at the courthouse is something of my dreams.
We still plan to have a wedding in 2019. But we did this for us. We wanted that intimate moment together and I will NEVER EVER EVER EVER forget it.
I am so mad at myself that I forgot to take off my fucking watch. ugh ignore that. lol
Brass Monkey, NYC.
In the midst of the madness.
I found myself having to create a method of self care.
Surrounding myself with positivity, the people I love, and the people that love me. Cutting out things that I do not appreciate or like. Unfriending secret bigots, reminding some of their privileges and understanding my own.
Self care in this time is crucial.
Reading about the victims that lost their lives to the very hands that are there to protect.
Countless heartbreaking stories of mothers, fathers, brothers sisters, daughters, sons and cousins lives coming up short.
In the fog of the politically correct, I see those who are drenched in blood asking why, while others are saying ‘let the trash take themselves out.’ Reading the status’s of people I sat next to in class, or shared a beer pong table say things like Blue Lives Matter and All Lives Matter.
I find myself infuriated and questioning. How do you say that without knowing what it means. Do you mean to be spiteful? Do you mean to be hateful? Where does it come from. Your mother? I know her. Your father? He’s a good man.
Where does it come from, deep inside your soul and your mind. Do you really think this is okay? Where is your compassion? Where is your justice? Does death have to come knocking on your front door for you to understand? Does it have to reach into you family tree and pluck some out?
What about stopping police brutality is so offensive to you? What about proclaiming Black Lives matter is so offensive to you?
I’m sorry I wont ask you anymore questions.
I wrote this up one night a few months ago, but didn’t post it because I’m a wimp. Hence the title, Growing Guts.
It’s easier for me to write how I feel, or even talk to people in real life.
But almost impossible for me to post it. Especially when events are so fresh. When my feelings are so unorganized.
But After the election I found myself feeling the same way again. Overwhelmed. Like I couldn’t breath right. A certain terrible thickness in my chest. Like I have had a xxs bra on for months.
I’m not sure why people who are my friends voted Trump. I’d truly like to believe that they are not outright racists because they know my family. I’ve brought these people into my home. Call me naïve but I truly do not believe that ALL white people secretly feel some type of way about POC. Or was I always just the exception?
However with those that have stated they voted for Trump, it just really opened my eyes. You may not see what Trump represents because it doesn’t touch you the same way to touches me. You can say you went with him because of his candidness. You can say you went with him because of his economic policies.
But at the end, you chose money, you chose ‘candidness’ over people.
You picked a man that gave the already dangerous racist ass people, the okay to feel like they don’t have to hide it anymore.
And I don’t think I will ever be able to accept that. You are still my friend, but I will be a little bit more cautious.
That is my process of self care at this point.
Proof haha because I’m all about showing receipts! A screenshot of my drafts lol So to those that say stop being dramatic about Self Care.
It’s a real thing, and this election wasn’t the beginning of it.
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The Lil Epic ladies were generous enough to host a fundraiser for Two Girls & Some Pads! We made inspirational cards, put together some care packs, drank a little bit and listened to some serious throw backs! It was such a fun time. Chyrel, Megan, and Kelly are the absolute best! It was really encouraging and empowering to work with such strong, intelligent women.
After the past week I was down. The election, and the events that followed really weighed on me. My work week was rough. This event was such a great way to spend a Friday night. It felt really good to be in the presence of good company and so much positivity. It was very satisfying to come together as a community and do good.
And I feel that everyone that attended felt the same way. Together we created about 120 packs that night. Gabrielle & I were so excited and overwhelmed with all the donations and people that came out for us!
Thank you again for the continued support!
You guys make me cry of happiness
** Also a good friend of mine, Matthew Pozo wrote up a prettttttyyyyyy cool article on us!