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How can you tell the love between a mother and child. Who loves more? Is it the overbearing mother that loves most? Or the orphaned child who loves least? You can’t compare the two. Because the mother loves with caution. But, the orphan doesn’t know love.

The truth is you can never tell the ones you love how much you really love them. This is because love can’t be measured. When you love someone nothing else matters. Not time, not death, and damn sure not someone else. 

Consider, a first time mother with no experience… Can you compare her to a mother with 5 children who never took care of a single child? It’s not the amount it’s the love. 

All these examples of love and love lost and never loving at all. Which is better? Which would you prefer? Would you wanna be the overbearing mother, orphan, first time mother, or the irresponsible one? 

Finally Beautiful

  Some people may never know what it is like to look in the mirror and not feel beautiful, to feel like you aren’t light enough, tall enough, or have enough hair. For me this was a constant insecurity I had in myself, I just never felt like enough. However, through all the odds I never stopped loving myself, through all of that I never self harmed or committed suicide. Because in truth it was self conscious as in all in my mind, not a bully or a person. When someone walked by and says to me, “Hey you’re sexy” I take it as an insult because they are looking at my body and not respecting me for all the wonderful assets that I have to offer to the world. 

It wasn’t till recently that I sat down and looked in the mirror and realized, I’m beautiful, intelligent, and all around a good person. I realized that regardless of what I looked like on the outside, my insides were beautiful. And my future was bright.

So, “finally beautiful” is just self proclaimed, I might be ugly looking with my big nose and small lips. I might not have a huge black girl booty but I do have internal beauty that will take me a heck of a lot further in my opinion. 

Amy Winehouse Stories

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Amy Winehouse doing what she did best. Photo by Yui Mok/PA Amy Winehouse doing what she did best. Photo by Yui Mok/PA

The death of singer Amy Winehouse in 2011, at the tragically young age of twenty-seven, was big news. I remember hearing about it and being shocked, and having a friend tell me about the “27 Club” to which Winehouse had the dubious honor of gaining entry. The name refers to the fact that many hugely talented musicians—including Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison and Kurt Cobain—also died at twenty-seven, an age at which many people are just getting their careers off the ground.

Four years later, Winehouse is having a cultural moment. A documentary about her life, simply called Amy, is on wide release and has been getting a lot of press. Meanwhile, an exhibition at the Contemporary Jewish Museum in San Francisco, Amy Winehouse: A Family Portraitopens an intimate album on Winehouse, allowing us to view…

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Stressed about college

So before I can even step foot into college, 🎓into my new life 🎉there are procedures✋🏿 and things that I have to go through 😞and idk call me crazy 😜but it just seems like every site “trying” 😡to be helpful is just a gimmick or pop up ad 😒 like so over it ✌🏽️

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