my booty. his music. one video.
My birthday is less than a month away and at first the only thing I wanted to do for it was be sad. To not have anyone wish me happy birthday. To not get any gifts. To just do nothing and not be acknowledged. Last year I wrote a piece on my birthday and how I had never really had a party growing up. So this year I wanted to relive that existence. I wanted to sulk and have a reason to feel pitied.
THIS YEAR I AM CELEBRATING MYSELF AND MAKING EVERYONE CELEBRATE ME TOO!!
Looking back, this has been the hardest year of my life. My mother passed away, my heart got severely abused, I lost my home, had to rehome my pets, left the job I had once loved with a fiery passion, and battled with substance abuse— all while raising my daughter alone. It’s a rare thing to have all of this happen by the time you’re 26 (including a divorce).
But I survived it. I am still smiling. I am more hopeful and ambitious for the future and I am sober.
I DESERVE A CELEBRATION!
For the first time in my life I know my worth. It took 26 years but now I know that through all the trials and tribulations, for me to still be happy and yearn for many more experiences, I can look at myself in the mirror on my 27th birthday and tell myself “Happy Birthday” and truly feel that way. This year for my birthday I am going to be happy.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
EVERYONE SPOIL ME :D