Gone are the days where plus size or curvy girls can only shop at certain stores in the mall because those select stores are the only stores that sell “our” size. It is a great feeling to finally have some of the barriers around plus size clothing knocked down. Nowadays, more and more stores are providing curvy girl selections, whether in store (and not in the back of the store) or online. We just have to get out there to shop and we have to be adventurous. No one said that just because you’re a certain size that you can only wear sweatsuits or long granny dresses. No, No, No! Continue reading
Disclaimer: This post is brought to you by my favorite jeans that has seen its last days and my bra that lost her wire the other day. RIP to you both! 😦
Does anyone revamp their diet as much as I do? Like a car I’m constantly trying to give myself and my diet a tune-up. I frequent the gym about three to four days a week, whenever my schedule permits. My friends often joke with me when we are all together saying, “all Toya want is a salad.” I laugh because it is funny but most of the time it is true.
I’ve reasoned with the fact that I will mostly likely be a thick girl for the rest of my life. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t take care of myself. It also doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t workout or strive to clean up my diet when there is room for cleaning.
I actually enjoy being “fit and thick.” That’s a term I often use. No matter your size you should want to live a healthy life. You should also want to look nice in your clothes.
I remember having to have a surgery and the doctors mentioning how healthy I was. But they said it like they were surprised. I wanted to say, thick girls workout too! But I decided to keep quiet. Besides, I was getting ready to go under the knife! Speaking of doctors, my family has a history of diabetes and high blood pressure so it is always my goal to make sure that my name never reaches that list.
Believe me, my only problem is when my favorite jeans get holes in between the thighs due to my thickness rubbing together. Or a wire breaking out of my favorite bra. It is then and only then when I feel like my world has crumbled. Perhaps, you’re a thick girl too and you may struggle with being a little bustier or thick in thigh area as well. Or, you too, fluctuate between sizes and find it hard to shop online because you don’t know what size to get or what would look best! FYI: The goal to looking nice in your clothes is buying clothes that fit; no matter the size. My closet has every size you could possibly think of in it. You shouldn’t put yourself in a box or limit yourself to just one size. You could go up a size and look smaller in the bigger size than you would if you stayed with the smaller size.
No matter your size; be healthy, finesse it, and be phenomenal!
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I’m telling lies.I say,It’s in the reach of my arms,The span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.I’m a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That’s me.
I walk into a roomJust as cool as you please,And to a man,The fellows stand orFall down on their knees.Then they swarm around me,A hive of honey bees.I say,It’s the fire in my eyes,And the flash of my teeth,The swing in my waist,And the joy in my feet.I’m a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,That’s me.
Men themselves have wonderedWhat they see in me.They try so muchBut they can’t touchMy inner mystery.When I try to show them,They say they still can’t see.I say,It’s in the arch of my back,The sun of my smile,The ride of my breasts,The grace of my style.I’m a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That’s me.
Now you understandJust why my head’s not bowed.I don’t shout or jump aboutOr have to talk real loud.When you see me passing,It ought to make you proud.I say,It’s in the click of my heels,The bend of my hair,the palm of my hand,The need for my care.’Cause I’m a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That’s me.
Here I am in my late 30’s and suddenly I feel like time is just moving too fast. For years it seemed like I’ve rushed life away. I’ve been a little girl, desperately wanting to be a teenager. Then once I became a teenager my 20’s couldn’t get here soon enough. Now that I’m in my late 30’s it has hit me that I’m getting older and older by the minute and time is flying!
It seems like it was yesterday that I graduated from high school and now I get to experience my nephew on his way to college this year. Someone please pinch me!! What seems like was just yesterday has now turned into twenty-plus years ago. I remember toying around with the word “adult” and saying that I was grown at 20 but now I’m a full-fledged adult with my load of responsibilities. Oh, and the fact that my daughter has stated to me that I was old–pretty much confirms everything. Like she has presented me with the facts before I even asked for them!
Yes, it’s true, my hands don’t look as youthful as they once did. Thank you God for not sending the gray hairs just yet! However, I’m watching my parents get older and older and I’m also watching my grandparents get older. Their wrinkles represent wisdom to me but it’s hard to accept that for myself. Aging has become this hard pill to swallow because in my eyes I feel like there are things on my checklist that should have been checked off already but yet they are still pending.
We get older, wiser, and we wrinkle. Often times we reminiscence on the memories we’ve shared and created over the years; with each year the memories beginning to fade. Getting older has its advantages but the downside of getting older is that you’re now going to more funerals. I haven’t really grasp this part of life yet. Especially after losing my grandfather and uncle within the last few years. Just the thought of a funeral makes my eyes water.
Time goes by and it never comes back. Time doesn’t wait for you to get yourself together. Ready or not, time goes on. As with anything in life, we take the good with the bad and we keep ticking. This age thing is a continuous cycle that repeats itself through every generation. One tick and one wrinkle at a time!
Before we touch on my curls today, let me just say that my hair has been the topic of many discussions. People are constantly asking me where did I get my hair from? What are you mixed with? Honestly, I DO NOT KNOW. But I will find out soon and when I do I will be sure to keep you all inform.
But I am not ashamed to say, I know I have good hair. I don’t make any apologies for that. Although many people have hated me for it. Which is sad. My hair has always been natural. Never had a perm or relaxer. It is naturally curly so sometimes I just embrace the curls. While other times I’ll wear it straight like seen HERE. It has grown over the years and I’m ready to go back short, so stay tuned for my hair journey because the saga always continues.
But for TODAY, Yaaaaaaasssss. A sisters curls were popping. They don’t pop every day. Sometimes the curls look flat and not as full. But today they came through. I had washed my hair about two days prior so today while in the shower I wet the hair, added some curl bounce conditioner from the Kimble Hair line, dried it with a t-shirt (I learned this on YouTube) and then added some styling foam by Carol’s Daughter. That was it. Pop, Pop, let it Pop.
Did you have a good hair day today? Any curl tips or secrets you’d like to share? I’m all ears.
I received these roses for Valentine’s Day. Of course they were beautiful at first glace. Two weeks later and they were still trying their best to hold on. The water was getting lower and with any flower, the leaves started to turn and die. After a few days of neglect I noticed even more beauty. I immediately started to take photos. My daughter asked me why I was taking pictures of dying roses. I said to her, “you don’t see the beauty in these?”
She started to think. She said, “it reminds me not to judge a book by its cover.” I replied back and said, “You’re right. No matter how you look on the outside or what you go through in life, there is still some good in you. You’re still beautiful.”
These flowers also remind me of the elderly. A little wrinkled but rich in color, and spirit, and wealth.
Hair stylist are the real MVP’s and they come through time and time again. I can walk in looking one way and walk out looking like a different person. Besides, I love my stylist. No matter what I ask him to do, he perfects it. Continue reading