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Life in 27 is blog dedicated to celebrating life in my 27th year. It is a reflective collection of stories, experiences, thoughts, and life lessons.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-13488301179192974812014-10-13T11:14:00.003-04:002014-10-13T11:16:14.096-04:00djuanTRENT.com
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-24253886649025806262014-09-18T13:31:00.002-04:002014-10-13T11:07:06.133-04:00Shut the Cup Up.Yes. This is another blog/post/rant from a former pageant girl about Miss America and her cup. You knew it was coming, so... You're welcome. And just to make it official, here is the obligatory picture of the red solo cup...you know, in case you haven't seen enough of these in the past five days.
So, as we all (or most of us know), a new Miss America was crowned on Sunday... There she Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-77996644135469130542014-09-12T11:57:00.003-04:002014-09-18T15:41:23.744-04:00#WhySheStayedShe was a strong black woman who worked hard to support her family and herself. She always put others first, even when it meant neglecting her own needs. She had two children- a son who thought she was the coolest mommy ever, and a daughter who thought she was Super Woman. Her children adored her.
And then there was him. He was a has-been, jobless moocher. He didn't deserve her, but he was Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-36543228467297814332014-08-28T19:27:00.002-04:002014-09-12T21:43:49.390-04:00Still a GemThree days. I had three days to take in the great city of Cleveland. And let me tell you- it was a lot to take in. Before arriving in Cleveland, I had no idea what to expect. I had no expectations, only the hopes that I would get to meet new people, eat yummy food and try new things. When I arrived in Cleveland and checked into my hotel, the woman at the front desk asked me where I was from. I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-81522830696700056182014-08-14T11:01:00.000-04:002014-08-28T19:28:46.914-04:00#ForThoseWhoHaveBeenGunnedDownIf you watch the news or troll social media at all, I'm sure you've seen multiple postings, link shares, pictures, and status updates regarding the recent shooting and killing of black people in America. The most recent trend that has really caught my attention, is the "#IfTheyGunnedMeDown" posts. These posts showcase two or more photos of young black people, asking which photo would the media Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-37759381589732457112014-07-31T12:09:00.000-04:002014-08-14T11:02:11.042-04:00What Do You Say to the Girl Who's Not Pretty?"The photos are nice, I just think they made you look so masculine... You're just so pretty. I wish they would've captured that."
Photographer: Steve Squall, Stylist: Megan Wilde, Set Design: Gunnar Deathrage, Make Up: Isidro Valencia
The afore mentioned comment was made in reference to my photos in STORY Magazine. As the comment was made, everything in me wanted to roll my eyes, puff my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-54613440804132040142014-07-24T13:16:00.002-04:002014-08-04T11:21:15.975-04:00My Secret Recipe for TimeTime. We all want more of it right? We try to fit as much as we can into every hour, minute, and second of the day, and it seems that no matter how much squeezing we do, there is always more to be done.
Lately, I've had quite a few people ask me, "How do you do it?" And interestingly enough, I find myself wondering the same thing. So, I figured I'd write out some thing to share! Here we go!
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-27283055668635183152014-07-17T09:33:00.002-04:002014-08-05T08:45:03.541-04:00East End Barbershop TalkLast week, I went to the barbershop for a haircut, for the first time. I walked in and was greeted by two barbers sitting in the front of the shop, talking and looking out the storefront window, people watching perhaps. Mr. James was the barber I was there to see. I'd attempted to cut my own hair earlier in the week and while I did an okay job, I definitely needed a professional touch to clean itAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-84579709055052780402014-07-01T10:59:00.000-04:002014-08-05T08:34:42.773-04:00I Dreamed a DreamWhen I was a little girl, going to McDonald's for a happy meal was one of my favorite things. Getting a happy meal was a big deal! It was a meal, especially prepared for me, with a prize/toy inside and happiness included? Oh Mr. Ronald McDonald, you have really outdone yourself sir. How could he have been so genius as to put a smile in a box, in the form of a cheeseburger, french fries, orange Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-52718848782949713662014-06-23T11:41:00.001-04:002014-08-05T08:41:23.072-04:00This MorningWhen I woke up this morning, I did not feel awesome.
I rolled over and stared into the darkness and allowed my thoughts to flow. My thoughts bounced back and forth between acknowledging anxiety and focusing on the present moment. I felt guilty for feeling anxious because I know that what is most important is what is right in front of me, and if I am experiencing anxiety that means I am focusing/Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-51711608109961976192014-05-20T10:51:00.003-04:002014-08-05T08:44:28.665-04:00And About That Time I Threw a Surprise Party for Myself...When I was in the fourth grade, I threw a surprise slumber party for myself.
And the best present I got that year, was an invaluable life lesson.
I know exactly what you're thinking... "Why wasn't I that cool when I was in the fourth grade?!?" Right? Or... "How is it a surprise if you threw it for yourself?" Well, basically, if I told you how I managed to pull that off, I would be giving Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-55792745999704848702014-05-04T10:41:00.002-04:002014-08-05T08:47:51.056-04:00For Today's Graduate...Here's My Two CentsToday, another round of Berea College students become Berea College Alumni. This one's for you.
1. YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU MADE IT!!!
-I know sometimes it can seem like Graduation Day is just an oasis off in the distance that you will never really quite reach, especially if you received any letters or emails from Financial Aid or Academic Services in the last 3-4 weeks. And if Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-55198451783036045552014-04-24T15:24:00.005-04:002014-08-05T08:49:45.914-04:00I Am Perfect
I used to think that I was supposed to embrace my flaws.
But then I realized that I am perfect.
Calling something a flaw implies that there is something wrong- it is imperfect. But who is to say what is perfect and what is flawed? Why should we subscribe to any opinion or thought other than our own? You never knew you were imperfect until someone told you that you were. You never Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-83407611780999882882014-04-16T11:20:00.001-04:002014-08-05T08:51:28.747-04:00Started as a Facebook Rant, Now We Here...This post started out as a facebook rant, which I don't do often, but as you can see...it is entirely too long for that. So I just copied and pasted it into a blog.
PLEASE BE ADVISED: I used the caps lock button a few times throughout this post. Also, this post is about 92% honesty, curiosity, and hopes of expanding perspectives... and only about 7% sardonic and sarcastic.
Okay...so, this Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-43563335188627465802014-04-11T08:57:00.000-04:002014-08-04T14:52:58.514-04:00Titus and Beyonce and Me...and You.I remember the first time I heard Beyoncé's "Pretty Hurts". I was offended. And then I watched the visual for the song. I was mad.
For those of you who don't know: I love Beyoncé. And one day, Beyoncé and I will be best friends. I know many people have set this goal in life, but let it be known that I am at the top of Beyoncé's "Future Best Friends"&Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-4034647641469707292014-03-27T19:50:00.003-04:002014-08-05T08:53:08.982-04:00CHOICEI saw a sign or a meme one day that read, "Do you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?" That's one of those things that definitely makes you go, "Hmmm...". But, how often do we challenge ourselves to go beyond the "hmmm..."? How often do we really think about who we were and who we are...who we wanted to be and who we were told to be...who we try to be and who we tryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-30826414700174505472014-03-11T16:17:00.000-04:002014-04-25T12:12:43.401-04:00What's In a Name?This past weekend, I had two memorable interactions. One was good and the other was, eh...it was okay. The crazy thing is, there was just one small thing that made the difference in the way the interactions began and concluded. One. Small. Thing.
Interaction #1
His name was Leonidas. I was so set on carrying my own bags, but he made it a point to get them out of my hands before I could even Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-12275986884287290962014-03-02T10:05:00.001-05:002014-04-25T12:12:30.738-04:00Gold Stars for Everyone!"Turning 'They' Into 'We'", has reached many more than I could have anticipated. So many gold stars!!! When I sat down and committed to writing and sharing that post, I had only three intentions...
1. Self liberation.
2. Inspiration.
3. Awareness.
I have received many posts, messages, tweets, texts, and phone calls from friends and strangers alike, thanking me for my bravery and offering Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-5533157839951111372014-02-20T19:17:00.001-05:002014-08-04T14:50:54.273-04:00Turning "They" into "We"For months I have been going back and forth with myself on what to write, how to write it, and when to post it. I'll start writing a post and then about midway through the post, I'll stop or I'll keep writing with absolutely no inspiration which, at that point, I'm better off stopping. I did that today. I started a post and about half way through, I lost inspiration and found myself writing just Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com283tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-5043142567000214062014-02-17T08:34:00.000-05:002014-04-25T12:11:44.861-04:00How I Survived Middle School: An Open Letter to My Valentine
MIDDLE SCHOOL. Need I say more??? If most of us look back or think back on our middle school years, I'm pretty sure what will follow is a sigh of relief. Why relief?? Because... we made it! We made it through middle school! All of the physical and mental changes, ups and downs, and peer pressures of middle school...we survived them. Seriously... I believe that middle school is one of the most Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-74997312161048487572014-02-11T12:50:00.000-05:002014-08-04T14:55:39.725-04:0010 Seconds: Undressed, Angered, and Disappointed
Last weekend, I was in the mall when a group of young men walked by me. It was only about a 10 second interactions from the moment I saw them, the moment they saw me, and the time it took for them to actually pass me by. It was only 10 seconds...10 seconds out of the 24 hours of my day...but for me, it was 10 seconds too long- 10 seconds that set me ablaze and caused my soul to anger and my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-52167894748217786842014-02-06T20:47:00.003-05:002014-04-25T12:11:16.771-04:00I'm Selfish. Sue Me.Sometimes...well, a lot of times, all I can seem to think about is myself. So what? Am I wrong? No, not at all. As a matter of fact, I encourage more people to think more about themselves. What do you want?
For years, I have heard many people talk about the beauty of selflessness. Selflessness is a beautiful thing, no doubt. But let me tell you, you are sadly mistaken if you don't think that Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-63817681001676442002014-02-01T16:56:00.006-05:002014-04-25T12:10:58.610-04:00A Barrel or Three Years?A little over a month ago, a man named Alex Johnson went missing. From what I have read and hear, he was a pretty stand up guy. No one had any clue why anyone would be out to get him. After weeks and weeks of searching, Alex was found- in a barrel, in the Kentucky River.
About a week ago, I watched the preview for a film called "Dreams of a Life". It is based on the true story of Joyce Vincent, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-20681079982126320042014-01-23T20:08:00.000-05:002014-04-25T12:10:42.385-04:00No Reflection February- Join Me!1. Make-Up Dependent Fiend
2.Calorie Counting Maniac
These are two things that I have a great fear of becoming.
Have you ever caught yourself making an excuse for your appearance... "Sorry, I look like a bum", "Oh my gosh, my face is a mess, I didn't have time to put on any make up today", or "Sorry my hair is a mess, I need a hair cut"... Have you ever asked yourself, why?
In 2012 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416773947785385307.post-35761996971658684382014-01-16T20:14:00.000-05:002014-04-25T12:10:13.937-04:00Is It Wrong to Cry in a Coffee Shop? Tonight, I came down to the coffee shop to write a post for my blog...which I felt quite un-enthused about. I couldn't think of anything to write about, I felt tired (well, I still feel tired as I'm writing this), and it felt like I couldn't get anything to slow down- my body was moving fast, and so was my mind. I had to purposely stop myself from multi-tasking, just so I could slow Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14321326902983475546noreply@blogger.com5