Big Boobs & Jagger Lips ( A story about boobs, lips, fitting in, love, sisters, and undying love )
Kim & Kay. Sisters Forever.
~It’s taken nearly thirty odd years, but I’m sort of, kind of, in fashion.
You see, I wasn’t always this cool and confident and amazing. In middle school, I developed boobs before any of the other girls in class, and believe me, I wasn’t thrilled about it. Not a single bit. I wasn’t like some of those females who looked forward to their chests filling out, or those who couldn’t wait a moment longer to purchase a lacy, Victoria Secret bra. Nope. I was not one of those girls.
Nothing is Quite as Powerful as Sisters Rising Together –KSR.
Kay and Kim Meet Again At The Garden Party
~~~~I’ d like to introduce you to my brilliant, artist friend, Elizabeth Cassidy— She is an Illustrator, Peace Lover, Founder of Little Love Letters, Peaceful Revolution & The Odd Sister Greeting Cards, whom happens to live in the Big Apple.
—-Note: This piece was sent to me by Linda Latta about her boyfriend. This is the first time I’ve been notified about a man being beaten & abused by his wife. This took courage & bravery for Freddy to come forward. He will be reading what you have to say, so make sure you comment after you read this post. I, for one, think he’s amazing for telling this story.
~“Well, it doesn’t appear you have a concussion; just a good sized knot on your head. Take a few ibuprofen if the pain gets worse. And I recommend you take it easy for a couple of days. Give me a call if things aren’t getting better. Say, those stitches I put on your lip last month healed up nicely.” the doctor said.
~Depression is not about what we have; it’s about what has us.—Steve Safran
Can we talk about it?
Face to face. Human being to human being. Compassionately. Humanely. Try to understand one another rather than judge one another.
Don’t you think it’s about time?
(I’ve been asked these questions several times since blogging, & now I like to take the opportunity to answer them)
- People who bump their food together as if to say ‘cheers.’ WTF? Drives me nuuuuts.
- I cannot stand the thought of something (animals, humans, the environment) being abused, hurt, hungry, sad, belittled, or minimized in a world that has so much to offer.
Dear Past, Thank You For The Lessons.
Dear Future, I. Am. Ready.
(Dedicated with love and affection to all of the girls who never thought they were good enough)
My mother says I used to stand at the mirror on my tiptoes like a member of the Bolshoi Ballet kissing the glass.
The world was better when you were here.—KSR.
~~~On your birthday, April 11, my dear sister, I will not mention the murder, the mourning, the loneliness, or how much I miss you. I will only focus on a few of my favorite memories of our special times together.