My motive is to strengthen young girls and women. I've always felt like I was being called to empower women and guide through. I've always felt like I could lead anywhere. I love it when all women and children are happy. I just want to empower and emit inner light of black women. With this idea, all my friends just thought I was too crazy to can actually try telling my story to the world. They always felt like it was just a dream but till today, I am determined to tell my story.
I am that girl who is not afraid of anything or anyone. growing up, I had so much anger towards men. I was a real-life bully towards boys in my school and made real male friends too. it's crazy right? I know. they got my back and in no me years flew, and I was 16 years old. chilling and being in company of boys really changed how I thought and lived. I wear baggy clothes, and my walk is very funny. I mean I know that it's not only me. I know for sure somebody does relate.
we can talk about my anger towards men. I wasn't born with it. it grew when I first met dad or rather the man I thought was a dad to me. mom would say that dad is a loud person naturally and I couldn't understand why he was loud only to me. Our relationship wasn't at all cool and even now. I remember that determination I had growing up of working on our relationship as father and daughter so that we would be in good terms, but he never showed interest. he kept on yelling at me over the tinniest mistake and it would hurt so much. overtime,I started suspecting I wasn't his biological daughter. he kept yelling at me and swearing in front of mom and I hate to say this but, no matter how angry I could get or hate him, I never attempt to hurt him in any way lie I crush those guys at school.
I gave him many chances hoping he'll come around, but he kept showing no interest. It broke my heart because I longed to connect to him, but it wasn't possible until I gave up. By the time I was almost done with high school, I planned on leaving the house. I wasn't appreciated and he treated me like I wasn't part of the family. I was determined to make a lot of money with my creative writing and move out whether mom agrees or not. It's not up to them but me. He ruined my life and eft me with deep wounds, real psychological problems and overall health complications. He snatched away my happiness and childhood.
Even today, I still wish I was able to fight him physically like those boys out here. it didn't matter to him that we are deeply related. I still wonder why I failed to fight back.
This is my story, and I hope you understand that you are not the only one dealing with family members not wanting you and nobody standing up for you. though I wasn't expecting my dad, I see now that things happen. My purpose of being a leader and shine my inner feminine light came from this emotional abuse. I've always made sure I bear with the pain and protect my mom because she was a real-life diamond gold. I made sure till today that intreat her life a princess.
I've done so to many young girls andwomen, and I was pleased to see their perfect smiles.
You can also do it from today and together we can grow 'THE WOMEN POWER EMPIRE'
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I am that girl who is not afraid of anything or anyone. growing up, I had so much anger towards men. I was a real-life bully towards boys in my school and made real male friends too. it's crazy right? I know. they got my back and in no me years flew, and I was 16 years old. chilling and being in company of boys really changed how I thought and lived. I wear baggy clothes, and my walk is very funny. I mean I know that it's not only me. I know for sure somebody does relate.
we can talk about my anger towards men. I wasn't born with it. it grew when I first met dad or rather the man I thought was a dad to me. mom would say that dad is a loud person naturally and I couldn't understand why he was loud only to me. Our relationship wasn't at all cool and even now. I remember that determination I had growing up of working on our relationship as father and daughter so that we would be in good terms, but he never showed interest. he kept on yelling at me over the tinniest mistake and it would hurt so much. overtime,I started suspecting I wasn't his biological daughter. he kept yelling at me and swearing in front of mom and I hate to say this but, no matter how angry I could get or hate him, I never attempt to hurt him in any way lie I crush those guys at school.
I gave him many chances hoping he'll come around, but he kept showing no interest. It broke my heart because I longed to connect to him, but it wasn't possible until I gave up. By the time I was almost done with high school, I planned on leaving the house. I wasn't appreciated and he treated me like I wasn't part of the family. I was determined to make a lot of money with my creative writing and move out whether mom agrees or not. It's not up to them but me. He ruined my life and eft me with deep wounds, real psychological problems and overall health complications. He snatched away my happiness and childhood.
Even today, I still wish I was able to fight him physically like those boys out here. it didn't matter to him that we are deeply related. I still wonder why I failed to fight back.
This is my story, and I hope you understand that you are not the only one dealing with family members not wanting you and nobody standing up for you. though I wasn't expecting my dad, I see now that things happen. My purpose of being a leader and shine my inner feminine light came from this emotional abuse. I've always made sure I bear with the pain and protect my mom because she was a real-life diamond gold. I made sure till today that intreat her life a princess.
I've done so to many young girls andwomen, and I was pleased to see their perfect smiles.
You can also do it from today and together we can grow 'THE WOMEN POWER EMPIRE'
by reality
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