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.
(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.
My daddy says there are two Kim’s,
The one with pen and the one without.
I told him the “Real” Kim has pen—
Where she becomes wholly herself, where she
is set free, wild, unashamed.
She is a feral cat.
The one with pen is uninhibited, excessive, wears
Too much red lipstick. When she begins to
“The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating.”
― Elizabeth Scott
–I’m sending you over to one of my favorite sites today, Feminine Collective, because, well, my essay, The Heart Always Wants to Keep Beating is there.
Writing. Always Writing.
You know what terrifies me, makes me go cold and yucky inside? Well, I’ll tell you.
Love Love Love you, K.
~I am pleased to have my poem, You Rise, published on FEMININE COLLECTIVE today.
I fell upon this beautiful, empowering site about a year ago. The stories, intellect, insight, support, and poetry about women exuberate me. I suggest you check out more of the work on their pages!
Mercy ROCKS my world.
( This short observation was written by my dynamic, amazing, talented pen-pal, Mercy Adhiambo. She sends me her personal journals with several remarkable stories about her adventures in journalism, life, love, and insights about Kenya. I particularly appreciated and loved this one! She was about 20 years old when she wrote it.)