Insecure People Finish LAST!

If you do not love yourself how the hell is anyone else supposed to love you? If you do not believe in your own ideas how the hell is anyone else supposed to? If you doubt your own beauty others will find you ugly. That last one is a bit exaggerated but you get the idea? Right?

Everyone in the world is insecure about something. Everyone. There are no exceptions. The people you see as “perfect” look in the mirror and see something they dislike about their own reflection. Intelligent people find themselves questioning their own minds, and the overachievers often believe their lives did not turn out according to their plan. We all have insecurities where as others are insecure. If you are insecure you finish last.

You think someone like Steve Jobs was insecure? He created a company from inside of his home. He quit college. He came from a working class family that could not afford to put him through college, and he was adopted. Jobs believed in himself, he was passionate about his work therefore others believed in him. Confidence sells a product long before it can sell itself. 

Lucille Ball was one of the first women to find success in comedy. She was also the first woman to own a production company. She had to create I Love Lucy, because in the 1950s networks believed America would never accept a biracial couple into their homes. Lucy said “okay fine”, I will make my own television show. I Love Lucy became the first syndicated show in American history. You think she suffered from insecurity? She may have doubted herself for a second but at the end of the day she knew she would succeed, and that is why she did.  

Lets talk about you. Me? Yeah, YOU! The one reading this blog..if you do not have self love nobody else will love you. Insecure women attract assholes, because they pry on their lack of self-esteem. A confident woman scares this type of male (or female), therefore they are less likely to date them. If you want a great significant other you must first find the greatness in yourself. If you want to become the best at your career you must believe you are the best. Insecure people finish last and will get run over by those that lack self doubt.


I Love My Mother But I Don’t Like Her

Growing up most of us are taught to believe that our parents know right from wrong, their thoughts are always in our best interest, and they know best. My mother taught me a few valuable traits like, stand up for what I believe in, do not value material possessions over love, and has always supported all my wacky ideas. College was an eye opener for me, because I learned all about liberation. My mother is not what I consider a “progressive” woman, sure she went to college, and had a job for a while, however once I was born she became a stay at home mother. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate all the times my mother nursed me back to health from being sick, the projects she helped me on, in which earned me high grades, and the tests she pushed me to study for. 

Here is why I do not like my mother: she is extremely spoiled, and judgmental yet likes to mask it by pretending as if she is some sort of an angel sent from God. When I was in High School, my best friend opened my eyes. For the first time, I saw how spoiled I was, how fortunate, and selfish I was. I had everything yet desired more. She on the other hand came from a family which consisted of an abusive father that struggled to financially support his children. I spent my entire senior year trying to “save” her and some of my 20’s. I helped her get a job, gave her rides, and bought her new clothing, because giving to someone else felt rewarding. My stupid ass mother made remarks like “________ is the only poor person with a chauffeur.” This is the same woman that likes to preach how “religious” she is, and what a wonderful person she is. I am not religious, I would rather stab my leg with a pencil than sit through mass, but I do believe in Jesus, and I see him as someone that helped those that others would ignore. I also see him as doing kind gestures for others, because it was the right thing to do.

Here is another reason I don’t like my mother: she makes ignorant comments like, “I am shocked no guy has tried to rape you in that outfit.” This sort of bullshit strikes a huge cord with me. Growing up I had so many female friends that were victims of rape/sexual abuse, and I saw what it did to them. How they were attracted to shitty men, how they viewed their bodies, and most of all their self worth. These sort of comments perpetuate a negative attitude towards women, I dont care if a woman is dressed like a hooker on a street corner, she is still a human being and she deserves the same amount of respect as the woman wearing a suit. It is never okay to rape a woman, or to treat one as if she is nothing more than a sex object.

The final reason I don’t like my mother: she is insecure, and has never been happy with who she is and she takes it out on me. I love myself to the point that sometimes I am in love with myself, and even boast about it. It took a long time to get to this point, I was often a target for the mean girls, was poked fun at the majority of adolescence, and was never popular. I am now thankful for it all, because being weird/unpopular is awesome. I am a natural born leader, with a strong personality and I am going to take on the world. The popular kids are now fat, married with children working mediocre jobs. I would probably overlook any of them, because they are not up to par with my standards. I do not associate myself with losers, I like weirdos, creative people, goal oriented people etc. My mother has never truly liked herself, this is why she gives good looking women dirty looks and often makes rude remarks about them. A person with self love does not have time to hate.


There Is Nothing Wrong With Loving Money

What do you wish you had more of? Money..right? Am I wrong? Your life seems complete, you have a decent job, a car that runs, good health and a loving family, but you do not have a gigantic house, a car so new you can taste the paint on your tongue, or enough time to travel the world without worrying about not  being able to pay your electric bill. Most of us want more money, because we were conditioned to desire wealth. There is nothing wrong about loving money, after all that is what pays our bills and for some grants a more adequate life style than those less fortunate. The underlying issue here is greed. Humans have a poor habit of getting what they want, than craving more and in an excess amount. There is nothing wrong with having a big house, chances are if you can afford one you worked hard to get it only jealous people will pick apart your character. There IS a problem when you believe you are superior to others, because of your extra Benjamin Franklin’s in your bank account. There IS a problem when you want ten big houses, because you are not satisfied with one or two. There is also a problem when you become wealthy, and are not willing to help those in need. Always remember there are those less fortunate than yourself…and the rich person will ignore them but the wealthy person will help them.


20’s Versus Teen Years & Why They Are So Much Better

I am not afraid of aging, at least not mentally. I know so much more now than I did at 17. I will give you a few examples, when I was a teenager I met this guy lets call him “dipshit”, I thought he was really attractive. Well dipshit was incredibly disrespectful towards me, rude to me in front of his friends, called me stupid in his car, thank heavens he did not last long. He was in my life for approximately one week. Now the teenage version of myself sat there like a frightened puppy, and let this jerk belittle me but the adult me would have torn him a new one if you know what I mean. Looking back now I realize this guy was not very good looking, he was uneducated, and was not going to amount to much. Once you gain some life experiences, you see guys like him from a mile away and learn to keep your distance. They are not worth any female’s time, because a guy that treats a girl like this is scum. Sometimes I wish I could run into him now, so I could give him my “I know you but I am not going to acknowledge you look”. It always annoys guys, and I find it entertaining.

Now let’s talk about Mr. Suave. I used to think this dude had it all, good looks, charming personality, intelligence all equipped with a selfish attitude and self centered core. While men like this often appear like they have it all, many times they do not because they are the kinds of people nobody really likes. Nobody wants to be around a liar, or a cheater or someone that treats you like a toy. Eventually they grow tired of you and walk away. He taught me that being a good person that gets hurt sometimes is far better than being a jerk that “appears” to be on top of the world.

Than there is Mr. The Glass isnt even half full for it is completely empty! This guy was never happy, and he probably will never be. He is immature, rude, and miserable. I ignore guys like him now, because they are toxic. I am a confident, happy, strong woman and I do not need to have someone like him in my life.

With that being said, I am going to have one hell of year! I am beginning my new job later this month, which I am EXTREMELY psyched about, GREAT company, I will finish the rough draft of my book, and I will be creating better Youtube videos now that I have access to a green screen! My series As If You Didn’t Know That will be seen weekly, probably every Monday.



Crazy People Change The World..For The Better

I have always been a bit weird. When I was a little girl, I thought there were small people in the car radio that sang and that is where music came from. I used to contemplate different ways I could open up the speaker and steal those tiny people. I have no idea where this strange thought came about. 

When I was six I learned how to write. It was like falling in love for the first time, because it was something I was good at. I was never athletic, I sucked at math and I was incredibly shy but I could do anything with a pencil and a piece of notebook paper. It was here on out I knew I wanted to be a writer. I love telling stories, I love exaggerating and most of all I adore creating characters. Mine are so precise, I let you know who they are down the last freckle. 

Writers are crazy. We have a few screws loose in our brains, they were probably never screwed on tight to begin with but that is what makes us special. Crazy people that think outside of the box change the world, because they were not afraid to follow their dreams, get belittled and created their own rules instead of following others. 

So be weird please..think outside of the box..dress how you want to and don’t be afraid of criticism. It is all a part of life.