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Women, You Should be Beautiful.

And you are beautiful. But do you know it? Do you want it?

I have often heard from my fellow women that every woman should and wants to feel “sexy.” I would like to challenge that notion and say that every woman should feel, and is, incredibly beautiful. No, I don’t mean that photoshopped cover of Cosmo or Vogue, I mean the beauty that comes from who you are, what you love, the way you love, the things that make you talk really fast when you’re excited, the friendships you hold, your inherent dignity, and who you were created to be.

You were created with a beauty that has the power to save the world, and sexy just does not cut it.

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In Memoriam… The 43rd Anniversary of Roe v. Wade

So proud of my sweet girl ❤

On Fire With the Catholic Faith

I am the sixth of eight children. Five sisters and two brothers. Three older sisters, two older brothers, and two younger sisters. My mom had five miscarriages. One before me, one after me, one after my next younger sister, and two after my youngest sister. Had she not miscarried, my parents would have had thirteen children. I would have had another older brother or sister, and four more younger siblings. So if you are a pro-choice advocate reading this, and you defend abortion by claiming that it’s not a child, that it’s a clump of cells, please give me a call and tell me that the five children my mom miscarried weren’t actually babies. That she just miscarried a bunch of cells, instead of my siblings. Tell my mom that that she wasn’t carrying her sons and daughters. Tell her that grieving the loss of her five babies means nothing.

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Dignity – even when there is poop ALL OVER the floor

And the toilet, and the drawers, and…..everywhere.

What is this, some sick joke? Sadly, no. not at all. This is and has been, in fact, one of my most scarring and beautiful life experiences.

This holiday season, I found myself decking the halls with bleach, pine sol, water, gagging, and internal screams because my 85 year old grandmother had had the accident of all accidents when somehow (I really can’t figure out, logically, how this could have happened), poop ended up all over my uncle’s overly white bathroom.

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