The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

Yes, I am disabled, but I am a woman first.

This means people in my life and those who have not been a part of my life for several years need to realize that I am 40 old with no type of shame in my game.

I chose to blog about parts of the world because I always felt like I had something to say and could inspire people to share pieces of my life with the world.

I am going to be as blunt as possible my blog has become my bread and butter, which means I will not allow anyone to come between my dream come true.

I have waited a long time to be recognized as a freelance writer, and I did not have to open my legs to be blessed with the opportunities God has blessed me.

I”m not that two-year-old girl she met. I understand her eyes. I would be that little girl, but I’m not 40 years old, so there is no need to run to my mama and snitch. How old are we? I am grown. I have gray hair in place I believe I should not have, but I do. 

Running to my mama is not cool because I’m a 40-year-old woman who has lived and done things with my life. I will not apologize for living a grown-up life even though the people around me continue to see me as a little girl. When I began my blog, I thought about anyone in particular; all I thought was the fact that I needed an outlet.

I don’t know how people can try and be all in my life and can’t even handle their stuff. For 40 years, I have been begging the world to have a life of my own.

So if ya’ll don’t like what I post on anyone of my social media platforms, jump off and stay off. Come to me before going to my mama because, like it or not, I’m an adult.