I am scared of the real me.

Yes, I said it.  I am scared of the real me.  It's like the misfits of the universe not accepting who they really are.  Like the smarties pretending to dumb,

the Goths pretending to be in the light.  

Well I am the not suppose to be 316 lbs.  I actually like being 280 but then again I'm 19.  FDA or the Doctor's state that I am suppose to weigh anywhere between 135 - 155.  REALLY?

Okay how about this, I want to be even more healthier than ever.  I didn't say I wanted to be thin, BUT I want to be a better me that others can really relate too.  See, once you suffer a major injury things change.  Your body, the foundation of who you are changes.  The inner spirit is changed and it is such a challenge to accept that.  Well for me it has been a greater challenge than normal since gaining this freaking extra 11 lbs.  [I lower my head in shame]

But fear not my lovelies, I am undertaking my personal change. Yes, thank you to Instagram and all the lovelies on there who eat super healthy and share recipes/tips/tricks for all of us.  I want to show & share a true transformation of me.  So yes, my MooTime will continue along the with all other videos on my very eclectic channel content.  

My reality of Motherhood

Hello my Lovelies! 

It is a beautiful Saturday morning here in the beautiful urban jungle of the hood and the one thing I continuously think about is my daughter needs a big lesson taught to her.  One lesson which there will be no coming back from because she has absolutely no clue what it means to be a responsible hard working citizen on this planet [meaning you pay your own rent and take care of yourself in every aspect] I'm just saying.  Kids like here, regardless that she is 22 [she will remain a kid until she can come up with 500 bucks for the household contribution], who have their mom will never understand people like me.  Someone who didn't have their birth mom or birth family only her birth brother who she really couldn't stand because the mom raising us wasn't even family.... Just a stranger in all aspects. 


See this is why she needs to be taught a lesson on independence and responsibilities. What it means not to have help and to manage your finances down to a T.  

So with that being said, I believe it is time to stop f*cking around, minimize my baggage, avoid storage units unless ultimately truly necessary and become a mom from a distance.  

It is time to live for me and take care of me for a change.