Cheers to women!
New Fabrics are in at The Danalee Francesca Boutique.
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Do you all see 👀 Aunty Michelle in these Italian streets looking all the way fabulous! Oh my goodness, get your life. I love it. She looks absolutely great. Ladies stick with your fitness, finance, & fashion goals. Raise your standards always! Let Michelle inspire you.
Because it’s fashionable to have a handle on your finances. This article had me dying because it is not only hilarious it’s true. I am going to back away from my Financier coffee & my fancy water 😳 for a moment. How about you, what can you stop doing to save toward what really matters. Let’s get in Finance & Fitness Formation ladies, self-improvement are always in style!
Happy Wednesday Friends! Serena looked divine, she is glowing! Happy Early Mother’s Day to her. Yes LaLa, let him know he f&$?! up, child. Rihanna brought it with the out of this world Ruffle artsy look, that’s what I call it. Not partial to the shoe choice, it still works.
Keep rising ladies!
My Monday Motivation is this woman right here #AuntyMaxine! Get in formation for the month of May ladies…& for the rest of your life. When you think you have too much to do & not enough time think about Congresswoman Maxine Waters.
Thoughts on the comments made by Ilie Nastase? I loved Serena’s response. She clapped back with a statement & a verse from Maya Angelou’s Still I Rise. Great response. It still surprises me that in this day & age people still makes senseless racist & sexist comments. Get over yourself Ilie, at the end of the day we all are human & deserve respect.
Congrats sis to you & your beau! Keep shining!
Maya Angelou, 1928 – 2014
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Keep rising ladies!