Life Of A Rebel

Hello Rebels, Welcome! Welcome!! Welcome!!! Thank you all for coming on this journey with me and sticking with me thus far, I'm everly grateful. . . . A lot of people look at me on a daily basis and go, "Girl, I wish to have your level of confidence" or "You're overly confident, that must be a good feeling. Not giving a care what people say or think about you, I wish I could be more like that." But what they don't know is that it wasn't always like that and sometimes it still isn't. Insecurities  have always been one constant in my life. Funny right? The badass queen of not giving a f**k had and still has insecurities? Well, go figure! Cause even the president of the world's largest economy has his own insecurities. President Trump is after all being trolled for being bald headed and going for a hair transplant. Being insecure which is synonymous with vulnerability isn't such a bad thing at all; it's something every living,...

Hello Rebels, Welcome to the second drop in the 'Wednesday Whispers' series. I nearly didn't make this post for personal reasons but I promised y'all consistency, so here it is... Growing up I wasn't the extroverted, loving and outgoing kid everyone assumes I was. I was the exact opposite of all those things, I was a mean spirited child. I kept to myself as much as possible, I never spoke to anyone who didn't speak to me, I was so much of an introvert I never ventured outdoors unnecessarily except on errands. Hence I never had childhood friends whom I played with or was close to, I was deemed unfriendly; funny enough I still am deemed unfriendly by certain people. Sum it all up to say, 'I didn't have friends and really didn't want any'. Coming from a very conflicted childhood and background; conflicted being the word not traumatic, I was a very angry child. I was always angry at everything and everyone and no one seemed bothered enough to...