I used to hide. I used to be the one who wouldn’t dare show a scar, stretch mark, or blemish. I was ashamed and thought I didn’t measure up to what society deemed as beautiful.

I wouldn’t put on shorts, a shirt like the one that is pictured and heaven forbid a swimsuit.

But then…

Life happened. I grew up. I realized that every part of me is beautiful from my kinky fro to my mommy marks that carried the weight of my four children. I did that, and I have the award of child birth to prove it and I wouldn’t change a thing. I’d do it all again.

The scars that appear on my body were because I was living in some capacity. I played football with my cousins. I played basketball, ran track, and I fell off my bike and oh, I was and still am clumsy. I am allergic to bug bites, and I’m second grade I was covered with a hideous rash that left proof that they were there because I scratched every one of them. Yikes.

Oh, and beyond the battle scars of the playground and the basketball court, once upon a time, I was in relationships that did nothing to build my self esteem. In fact, I was mentally, and physically abused… and ashamed that I allowed it to happen.

Yeah, life happened and I woke up! It took me a minute, but I’m in it to win it and if that means you will see the imperfect me—then that’s PERFECT, because I LOVE ME SOME ME.

I am Blissfully Royal (Happy to be Queen). I don’t live with regrets. I’ve had heartache and pain and I survived when I wanted to die after the death of my daughter.

It took a minute. It took some self reflection. It took some years, and prayers and, lots of conversations with Jesus, and I made it. I’m still here. I am still here…and this is what you get and what you see. TAKE ME AS I AM—

I am HAPPY. BALANCED. PURPOSED. And BLISSFULLY WAISTED!!!!!!🧡💙💜👑

I’m Genine LaTrice Perez, and I’m done typing….

P.S. Not bad for 51! That part!

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