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I Feel Like A Woman


Mamas! When was the last time you put on that sexy black dress, beat your face to the gawdz, put on those spankx and went out for a night of fun? Can’t remember….don’t feel bad, I cant either. Single mommy life hasn’t allowed me to indulge in a night like that in quite some time. I told myself that I’d do better with making more “me time” for myself. I enjoy being a mom but I don’t want to lose who I am as a person in the midst.

Even though I’m not heading out for a night on the town 3x times a month, I still do things that make me feel super sexy. It’s so important to keep yourself up. I may not have tons of money in my purse but you’d never know unless I told you. When I leave my house I’m always looking fairly nice. My hair is done, my nails are manicured, my clothes are clean and you can’t tell me I’m not sexy honey! I dedicated this year to focusing on my health and the results have given me a boost in confidence like no other. I can finally get into a deep stretch without my stomach being in the way! Exercising in itself makes me feel good. I feel myself getting stronger by the day and I can’t wait to see what I look like in a year. On Fridays after work I usually head to Chick-fil-a to grab lunch. I live for Chick-fil-a Fridays! Then, I head home to enjoy quiet time while Bentley is still at school. I get to eat my food in peace without a little human asking me for it; after they’ve already eaten theirs and the feeling is indescribable yall. Every 4-6 weeks I even head to Luna’s Wax and Beauty over in West Ashley for a little torture but hey it’s worth it. 😊

All these things contribute to me feeling good about myself.  Mamas, find something you enjoy that makes you feel beautiful. Do things for yourself without your children.  You’re more than a mother. To take care of your kiddos you have to take care of yourself first. You’re worth it boo.

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