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Imperfectly Perfect

I remember growing up being surrounded by amazing women, young and old, who seemed to be so cool, so fabulous, so comfortable in their own skin.  All uniquely themselves…oh how I wanted to be them.  I wanted to be cool.  I wanted to look in the mirror and like what I see.  I wanted to […]

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Living Golden

I pulled up to church on Easter Sunday and a pal of mine said, “You look like you’re living life like it’s golden,” as a play on my gold skirt and the Jill Scott song, as he knows I am a Jill Scott fan. While it gave me a good little laugh before church, it […]

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*Eff* Inadequacy

As I mentioned in my first post of 2015, I’ve really been struggling with feelings of inadequacy lately. Let’s be real, more like for the last year, lol.  I started off the year determined to remind myself that “I am enough” for any and all things, but my daily reminder hasn’t been working.  Whether, it’s the […]

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Practicing What I Preach

CONFESSION:  I’ve not been practicing what I preach. I’ve spent so many years on this blog talking about loving your body, chasing your dreams, loving yourself, and much more, and if I may be honest, I’ve not been doing any of those things lately. While, my outfits have still been fab ;-), I haven’t blogged […]

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Not So Ordinary

I’m of the belief that God uses ordinary people to do extraordinary things.  There aren’t special factors.  A person doesn’t have to come from money.  Being a celebrity isn’t a requirement.  We can all find ways to be extraordinary, in our ordinary lives. “The main goal in my life is to make extraordinary things out […]

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Quirky Bunny

At 29 years old, I’ve come to accept that I’m a quirky lady (yes it took me 29 years, lol). I believe all prints can be mixed. I love being alone, but enjoy people (social introvert alert). I’m crazily in tune with my emotions. I love running through the grass barefoot. I only eat ketchup […]