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.
The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly 