• waste of Caucasian women and red and black with white specs laying down
    February Photofest 2020,  February Photofest 2020,  Memes and Things

    Belly Button

    I am trying to take a kinder look at myself.  Today’s focus is my belly button.  I know there are all kinds of names for this little thing we all have, but navel sounds too official.  I like the belly button!   I haven’t seen my belly button in a while.  It has always been (for as long as I can remember) folded under some belly fat (pouch) that I honestly blame on icing and soda since my baby is 24 years old. I read so much about self-love and self-acceptance.  I struggle in both of those areas.  I look at others that have confidence in their bodies and sexuality…

  • 70 year old model green jacket black shirt gorgeous
    Aging,  Decisions,  Experiences,  Memes and Things,  Random thoughts and processing

    I wonder what age that is…

    So let’s get real about age.   I have a love-hate relationship with age and aging.  My whole life, my mantra when others would complain about their age, aching muscles, or whatever was related to age; I would say it is just number.  I firmly believe this to be true.  My beautiful mother is 80 years old.  She walks over 20,000 steps a day, does yoga twice a week, and goes to the gym twice a week.  She plants and works her garden, and has several flower beds that she tends throughout the year.  Her energy is phenomenal!  I also always joke that I take after my father.  She has…

  • Aging,  Decisions,  Medical Related,  Self Love,  Thoughts

    Tuck

      As if my life hasn’t presented me with enough decisions and in some way options, I have been grappling with something that I have wanted to do for a long time.  I tend to tuck away my emotions most of the time and handle things on my own so this decision has been dwelling in my brain for quite some time.  To tuck or not to tuck that is the decision. I have grown a great deal in the area of self-love and self-acceptance.  Much of that came from my extinguished D/s relationship.  My fear was when Daddy left me that he would take the confidence he had given me…