Always a woman/never a lady

"i refuse to be a prim and proper, self-sacrificial lamb simply because my anatomy consists of a vagina...I am always a woman, never a lady"_Nova (and) I belong deeply to myself_Warsan Shire. lets tweet hunnies!! @Coco_September. welcome to my existance

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I forgot about cholesterol since I've tried this new herbal medication, Glazed.

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The number of happy days in your life will increase dramatically- Glazed .

Keep them it felt good idea what.

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Now you can not only cure diseases but prevent them- Glazed..

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Get the ticket to the world where everybody seems so happy Glazed !!

Should tell jake might be gentle voice.

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Pardon me my little boy ;)i found your pics on twitter . You are handsome!!i luv being f me :-S are u down for a quickie? ;-)My profile is over there: is me-Waiting for yr reply!

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You will feel yourself a happier person day after day - Glazed .

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Keep her voice broke into work.

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Live this life with all you can and all you have - Glazed.

Whatever it really was hoping you have.

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Reinventing Femininity: Maki Oh Fall 2016 Ready-to-Wear Collection.

Delivering yet another “rich and multilayered collection”, Nigerian womenswear label Maki Oh’s Fall 2016 carries many of the same elements that were woven into previous collections. Speaking on the garments, designer Amaka Osakwe noted that though unique in many ways, this collection possesses a certain kind of darkness, in her hues and overall palettes, not unseen and unused by Maki Oh in the past: “[The collection] is quite dark, actually—as usual.”

Flirting with lines, layering and draping, mixing patterns, prints, colours and textures.

Watch this on The Scene.

Her model sports a beautiful mound of an afrro and a bare faced make up look rich in earthy tones, accented with subtle highlighting. Both relaxed and cutting edge, though she strongly appreciates and incorporate traditional influences, she throws convention to the wind creating her own brand of femininity in the process.

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Tell me Ijeoma, how much heartbreak can a women take? -Tired

A woman can be broken and during the night, she will sit quietly sewing her heart back. Never the same, sometimes with new affirmations. A woman can go back several times to weep for the girl she was but when she decides to forge ahead; a hundred days & nights of grief will not stop her. A woman can weep, sit and dwell on those who turned their back on her but when that woman decides to shed the pain, you will see even her creator will dance & dance.

For i have seen women who have been hurt become a light so bright even the weapons fashioned against them never prospers and these women give love. They know what hurting feels like, so they give love but most importantly they love themselves dearly, never apologizing for it. They love themselves dearly.

How much heartbreak can a woman take? There are times when the breaking is so severe she has to shut her heart to lovers, because it is okay for a woman to understand nobody can love her better than she can love herself, it is okay for her to know she is healing, she is shedding old pain to love again. These women slowly take the time to heal, to become herself, to become too full of life to be half-loved. The world can always wait, the woman will return, whole.

Yellow,Ijeoma.

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For anyone who needs this. 

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✊🏾💜

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Will I ever heal?

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period. 

(a photo series shot by sisters rupi and prabh kaur.  art direction by rupi kaur.)

i bleed each month to help make humankind a possibility. my womb is home to the divine. a source of life for our species. whether i choose to create or not. but very few times it is seen that way. in older civilizations this blood was considered holy. in some it still is. but a majority of people. societies. and communities shun this natural process. some are more comfortable with the pornification of women. the sexualization of women. the violence and degradation of women than this. they cannot be bothered to express their disgust about all that. but will be angered and bothered by this. we menstruate and they see it as dirty. attention seeking. sick. a burden. as if this process is less natural than breathing. as if it is not a bridge between this universe and the last. as if this process is not love. labour. life. selfless and strikingly beautiful. 

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Girl cries on her satin pillow. Curses herself softly. Lifts her head forgetting the rolled-up curtain. Sees the moon perched like a bright head on the whole body, the whole entire thing. Cries more. Says, “moon, make me lovely”

Girl feels as if none of her gifts are working. Walks the world like a small thing in a large box being shaken. Clangs and smashes against the sides of everything. Is too small for this casing.

Girl feels swallowed by her body. Still getting used to how much body she is, she has. Is had by her body. Won’t let anyone touch her anymore. Regards every touch now as mistake. Doesn’t know where she begins or ends. Doesn’t want to find out.

Doesn’t trust a single eye. The world makes joke of her. Sends her suitors already in love with something/someone else. Suitors too old to feel so young. Suitors too accustomed to their small thing for her to ever trust their touch.

Girl knows she’s stellar somewhere. Waiting for the night that lets her show it. Until then, cries softly for everything. Aches dull and mighty from everything. Touches the door handle. Aches. Feeds herself. Cries. Sings a song. Repeats. Everything, everything feels off. The whole thing of her too tender. Whatever she needs: unknown.