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Body Prayer

For every woman and girl who looks in the mirror and wishes she could change this or that about her body: God, this is MY BODY. She is an expression of Genius. This is MY BODY. She is more than fatigue,  infirmity, soreness,  cellulite, hormonal,  and drooping breasts. Lord, I want to LIVE in my Body. Cleanse me of every thought that makes me shame of my body. Help me to experience LIFE in my heart, fingers and toes, bosom and legs arms and thighs buttocks and uterus lungs and belly ignite a quickening fire in every cell of my body. For I am a woman in a Body. My body. I am the bird of Paradise. I am consort of the Lion of Judah. I am a 12 winged accolade to African women who died while trying; cried beyond tears; and loved when it hurt. There is Life in my Body. Holy Free Creative Beautiful Life May I never again be ashamed For this is My Body which is A Gift of God A Sanctuary of my Divine Purpose, and an Expression of the mystery of God. This is My Bo...

Ex-Boyfriend = POA

Realizing not too long ago that I posted about how to effectively and efficiently break up with your Ex and stay broken up with him, there is no reason why, a few months later, you can’t take him on as a POA [Piece of Ass]. Here’s why… You will see the man in a clear light – no longer deluded or blinded by love or emotional feelings, you will see him for what he truly is: a piece of ass to screw and send out the door. There is no friendship involved, no favors, no compromising of yourself to sleep with him. He finds his own way to your house according to your schedule. You will no longer accommodate his every need. When he tells you that he has two girls who want to date him and are willing to drive him around everywhere (because the stupid douche bag just got his second DUI) encourage him to please date them – because you sure as hell don’t want to! Then inquire if those girlfriends will drop him off at your house for a piece of ass. Because you no longer love him, you don’t c...