You were planted firmly into the earth like a flower seed. Learn (Be watered) Protect yourself from being over-watered (Don’t believe everything you hear), under-watered (Never stop learning), plucked too soon (Don’t do things you aren’t ready for) Push through the soil (Don’t be afraid to grow, it’s one of the best parts of life), Grow tall and firm, don't wilt (Stand for what you believe and don’t be swayed) Dance in the gentle breeze (Be brave and Be you), Pick a color of your choosing (Don’t be afraid to stand out) Bask in the sunlight(The world is your stage; Show us the beauty that is you.)

#Advice #Youngwomen #Younglady #Girls #Women #Strong #Confident #Growth #Change

If I were told to to #create a painting that represented the "Love Of My Life" it would be a #portrait of two #people walking past one another, crossing paths and their souls reaching out to one another. The accented colors would be the people in black/white and the souls in vibrant oranges and yellows with the hearts a VERY bright red.

I am perfectly imperfect. I am a girl of few words and many, all at once. Sometimes I don't understand me and sometimes I am the only one that gets me. I am confident and secure in all that I do. I seek acceptance but I really don't care. I am I, and I'm grateful. That's who I am.

Sweat glistens on her face. She squints from the sun and the drops of sweat that have cascaded into her eyes. She stands, hands on her knees, breathing hard as she takes slow deep breaths to refill her lungs that are being unforgiving. Her eyes close tightly as she concentrates hard on swallowing what little spit there is to quench the dryness of her throat. It's as though it has been lined with a heavy material and she begins to panic. She stands erect and gasps. Clasping both hands over her neck as though to strangle herself, she looks up and swallows. As she feels the collaboration between her tongue and throat pushing the saliva into the dry patches she is relieved. Her hands on her hips, she takes one last deep breath and before that breath is complete, she whips her head around. They are coming and she can hear the clamor of their feet, like a small army behind her in unison. They approach swiftly. She wipes her eyes and begins to run. Her hands shift up and down giving her the speed of a cheetah chasing it's prey. Her face unreadable. Fear? Distress? You hear the brush of leaves hitting her skin and crumpling under her feet in fast like the sound of crushed ice in a paper cup. Her surroundings are a blur as she races through the quiet forest. The trees seem to move from her path as she approaches. She jumps over fallen trees, ducks from hanging branches. She approaches two paths and without hesitation she goes right. Her eyes focused and unwavering. Sweat covers her skin and begins to drop like droplets of rain falling to the ground beneath her. She bites her lip and slowly releases it into a half smile. Her pace picks up once again as she approaches a grassy area. A man wearing what looks like a UPS uniform steps out of the building into her line of sight. He looks around, then yells out, "The one that got away!" As she nears the man, she smiles broadly. "Just get me some water!" she yells back as she plops on the grass and rolls over onto her back. "Unless you want your star runner dying right at your feet." she says sarcastically. "Well, at least you'll die in really awesome shoes." They laugh.

Usually, at this time we are watching our favorite television show, listening to music or playing some dumb family game. I'm wishing we could play the stupid game right about now. You know what they say, "You don't know what you've got til it's gone!" My sister won't stop crying, my brother's having withdrawal from his pot and movement throughout the house is limited. No lights because they will come. No loud movement or they will hear and most importantly stay away from all windows and door. We're prisoners in our own home. At least during the day, we're ok. They aren't very fond of the light. So going to steal food from the local market is the best time. Most people are afraid to leave their houses. I don't know how they will survive if they don't get food. But I can't worry about them. I have to make sure my family eats and survives this nightmare. I've always thought this shit was for movies. God, I hope there are cameras filming this and the Directors are just looking for the realism of the fear and when I wake up credits will roll and my life will once again be my own. Wishful thinking I suppose, but a little hope never hurt anybody, even if that hope was unrealistic. Time to eat. If I myself am not eaten, I shall return tomorrow. Until then.