Being a Badass.
We as women are intuitively born with a need to nurture, care and love. I am very comfortable with my feminine side and being a gentle happy go lucky person but over the years I have learned that now and again I have to be a badass and GI Jane has to come out. Do not mess with my family, friends or me. (Do not take women in general for granted.)
To often in the past I would let people take advantage of me and walk right over me. Since my hubby became disabled and I became the main breadwinner I learned very quickly how to stand my ground and not be pushed around by people or society. I have rights and if I do not stand up for them then no one will. I believe men and women are equal and should be treated that way. I am not scared to pull my own weight and do it myself. I am unapologetic me and if you do not like me it is your problem.
We as women have nothing to stand back for and should start believing in ourselves. No person, male or female can make you do anything you do not want to.
I try and live a loving, intentional life that is based on Godly principles but do not mistake my love and caring for a weakness. I am no pushover, just try me.
This one’s for every woman who’s been told to tone it down, tuck it in, or turn back time.
We’re not fading. We’re rising—louder, bolder, and unapologetically aged to perfection.
Middle finger to anti-aging ads.
Silver hair? That's our crown.
Wrinkles? My roadmap of survival.
You want quiet and cute? Scroll on.
But we grew louder.
We got scars, stretch marks, laugh lines—and we earned every damn one.
This is a middle finger to age-shaming, a love letter to every woman who refuses to disappear.
Lines like lightning. Wrinkled hands. Fierce mind.
Let 'em stare. We’re not here to please.
We’re here to set the world on fire.



live life and be happy.


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