Man(woman)’s guide to Love

The romantic, the naive or the optimistic in me always has and always will believe in love. Maybe its all of those cheesy french novels my mom let me read at 10 because she didnt care what I read just as long as I read. But as I’ve gotten older my view on its existence has not changed, its just shifted. Learned a lot from listening to friends and family members and also from my own observation. Now that I know and I have an idea what love is and all about, I wish that it didnt take me so long to find out.

Today while browsing the internet instead of studying for my exam, I came accross without looking , just like the best love, this site, which is set up to help guide men when it comes to love. Real men from different backgrounds and different ages give their advice based their own experience.  Although it is dedicated to men, I really think women can benefit from it as well.  My favorite advice from it is ” there are no rules,  just listen to your heart”. http://www.themansguidetolove.com/#

Desert Flower

This past week was a stressful one for me. I was drained emotionally and mentally. So as I was unwinding and scamming through Youtube for hair inspirations and a little entertainment, I came across Desert Flower‘s movie trailer. Based on a true story, the film depicts Waris Dire’s life. She is a former Somali model turned human’s rights activist with an incredible story. At the age of 13 she fled her family in order to escape an arranged marriage to a much older man. In 1997 at the height of her modeling career she publicly spoke about the female genital mutilation she had to undergo as a child. Sometimes it takes listening, watching someone else’s life to see that some people’s past is dark and the circumstances from that past help shape them into the person they are today. This movie looks interesting and well made. I can’t wait for it to open in all theaters next month. I will follow up with a review once that happens.

Below is the trailer.

Shades of the Border

Being Haitian born and having lived in Haiti until the age of 12, I was taught in school about Haitian history as well as the violence Haitians suffered at the hands of its neighbors. Haitians and Dominicans have had this deep rooted hate for each other for as long as I can remember. Some reasoning behind this distaste for each other is found in history. From 1822-1842 a Haitian President Jean Pierre Boyer ruled over the island of Hispaniola. Many Dominican historians have portrayed this period as cruel and barbarous, however during this time Boyer freed Santo Domingo’s slaves.

In October 1937, Dominican President Rafael Trujillo ( who’s mother was half Haitian) ordered the execution of the Haitian population living within the borderlands of DR,  killing approximately 30,000 within 5 days.  The reason behind the Parsley Massacre was that Trujillo wanted to “purify” his nation from any negro or black blood.

Although Trujillo is long dead and gone, his beliefs that Dominicans are superior to Haitians because of their “Spanish blood” is very much alive  in DR today. I have met many who claim that be direct descendants of Spaniards or who will go as far as saying that they are white because of their fairer complexion, the latter gets a major side eye from me every time.

I came across a video called Shades of the Border where the narrator, a journalist living in DR, starts with the proverb ” every Dominican carries a little bit of Haitian behind his ear”

This diary post is close to my heart because, I hear and see what is described and seen in this video all of the time. My mom once said to me ” Dominicans will always hate Haitians because we as a nation are proud of our blackness we embrace it, we welcome it. We even greet each other that way, calling ourselves neg lakay, Dominicans are still hiding from theirs”

Read, watch  and discuss and do not be afraid to be controversial.

Do you dare to yoga?

A little bit over a month ago, my dear friend Johanna encouraged me to sign up for Bikram yoga with her. She went on about how much it helps with weight lost, how it would help my arthritis ect ect. Finally I said ok, I will do it, $30 for 30 days wasn’t a bad deal so I figured why not. I must say my first class was brutal. Anyone who says Bikram yoga is easy is lying. It was the hardest thing I have ever tried. I wasn’t sure what to expect but since I am trying to be open minded about things I decided to just go with it. The room felt like the subway station in July, hot, smelly and crowded. Once I got pass the smell, I settled into my little corner and made it through the entire 90 minute session without passing out. When I went home that night, I had THE best sleep of my life. I felt younger, my skin felt amazing and my body felt great. It was then I realized that Johanna wasn’t lying. I went to 5 classes and I must say they did help with my back, and most of all it help me realize that I can do things I never though would be possible. Bikram yoga is a mind and body experience, it teaches you that the body can and will do anything the mind tells it to do.  One more item checked off the “to do list as Rhy calls it since I am way too young to have a bucket list.

Oh another benefit Bikram yoga has is the ability to be flexible, I can now bend my body a lot easier than before 😉

I  plan on continuing trying out new things and encourage anyone and everyone to do the same. I am so glad that I have a friend like Johanna who always encourages and invites me to do tons of new and different things and never stops until I say yes. Love her to death.

 

Below is a video of what its like  enjoy!

 

My perfect imperfections

As of lately I have been on this personal quest of self love and realizing self worth. I now truly understand what my friend Toni has been telling me since we were 14 years old. Us being special and not ordinary has nothing to do with what people think of us but everything to do with what we think of ourselves. ” No one can’t tell me sh*t, I know who I am and if I don’t feel hot that day, I will fake it until eventually I actually believe it” Gotta love my friends. I heart you Toni!

I stumbled across Andreaschoice video about her perfect imperfections. On her video she lists 3 things she doesn’t like about herself, but she wouldn’t change for the world, and 3 things she loves about herself. Her reasoning behind it is to make everyone aware that no one is perfect and to embrace your perfect imperfections.

My 3 perfect imperfections are

  1. My height: I am 5’3 1/2 but put 5’4 on my driver’s license so I can at least be 5’4 in theory .
  2. My mini mouse voice: I sound like I am 10 years old when I am 24 years old.
  3. The size of my feet & hands: one special friend refers to them as incredible hulk feet

3 things that I love about myself

  1. My skin: I have been blessed with great skin and make it a point to take care of it. When I was younger I used to think that I was ugly because I was brown and everyone else in my family including my own sisters weren’t. My mother made it a point to tell me how beautiful I was just the way I was and that sun kissed skin is the best skin to have.
  2. My hair: I have great hair, all of my life I’ve had long, thick gorgeous hair and this is true today (except for the long part, because I am now growing my hair natural). Ironically just as I was jealous of the fact that my little sister was yellow, she would cry and ask my mom why she didn’t have hair like mine.
  3. My eyes, I used to think that they were nothing special because they aren’t big like my sisters or green like my grandmother’s or aunts. But once again my mother told me that the color of your eyes is nothing in comparison to the shape and that I had great shaped eyes. I believed her and I still do.

I obviously have a profound respect and love for my mother as she has helped me with my self esteem more than anyone could have. She as a single mother raised two daughters well. Below is Andrea’schoice video.

PS. My dear friend Toni has her own blog check it out http://tonixoxo.wordpress.com/

Today’s diary posting is long, but I had a lot to say.

What are your perfect imperfections?

Happy reading!

Love Poem

There are times when I think back about how love used to be when I was younger. I know that 24 isn’t old but frankly its been a while since someone wrote me a love note, a love poem, gave me a card just because. Whatever happened to that? Why did the love notes and sweet letters stop? They are still the way to my heart. I wish men and women realized that sweet words have more weight than how much money a person has, or how much swag they have.  These days  all I get is guys who think that telling me about their jobs and how much money they make is somehow supposed to impress me.  I would love to meet someone who for once would be himself and try to be romantic. No I am not expecting to be serenaded but opening doors, pulling out my chair and trying to get to know me better, taking me out somewhere other than the movies or dinner, would be nice. Out of my group of friends, I am the “Charlotte” as in the romantic who always believes in prince charming  and waiting for him to sweep me off my feet.  When I saw “Love Poem medley” I fell in love with the words. Gentlemen please take note and express yourself to your lady. Ladies please appreciate them when they do.