I am not me when I am me

I don’t know what I mean by that but what prompted that odd title and this non sensical post is a picture

Taken by my child

Of me

Driving

Most possibly the worst looking picture of me ever

Like this, a realisation, is what I look like

Normally. To people. Outside

Not acceptable! I know I should be preaching #lovemybody blah blah blah but hot damn! I was shocked to see this picture. It was funny at first and then after looking at it again and again, all I thought was “ugh, is this REALLY what I look like?”

The answer was yes and I am not happy with the answer

Recently I have started what promises to be a 5 – 6 month long journey with a company called HerbalFix.

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I am an introvert so naturally hesitated to meet the owner of said company but as my last brave act of 2017, we met up, she handed me the sample product with an additional 2 boxes as giveaway + a 30% discount for any of my followers. Not long after we met, I forgot what she said and had to ask for the instructional video which was a #GodSend

I started using HerbalFix and apart from a few bodily dysfunctions, I’ll tell you about the time I shat myself in another post, I felt lighter. Skeptical me didn’t believe the product would work but so far so good

Top pic was day 1 of HerbalFix. Bottom pic was after a week of using the product

If you’d like to win the 2 boxes of HerbalFix just follow my blog via email or however else you’re able to follow

If you already follow my blog, just comment and I’ll find you in my list of followers (you guys are jotted down somewhere)

I am not me when I am me

I don’t know what I mean by that but what prompted that odd title and this non sensical post is a picture

Taken by my child

Of me

Driving

Most possibly the worst looking picture of me ever

Like this, a realisation, is what I look like

Normally. To people. Outside

Not acceptable! I know I should be preaching #lovemybody blah blah blah but hot damn! I was shocked to see this picture. It was funny at first and then after looking at it again and again, all I thought was “ugh, is this REALLY what I look like?”

The answer was yes and I am not happy with the answer

Recently I have started a what promises to be a 5 – 6 month long journey with a company called HerbalFix.

I am an introvert so naturally hesitated to meet the owner of said company but as my last brave act of 2017, we met up, she handed me the sample product with an additional 2 boxes as giveaway + a 30% discount for any of my followers. Not long after we met, I forgot what she said and had to ask for the instructional video which was a #GodSend

I started using HerbalFix and apart from a few bodily dysfunctions, I’ll tell you about the time I shat myself in another post, I felt lighter. Skeptical me didn’t believe the product would work but so far so good

If you’d like to win the 2 boxes of HerbalFix just follow my blog via email or however else you’re able to follow

If you already follow my blog, just comment and I’ll find you in my list of followers (you guys are jotted down somewhere)

Oh, hi there!

Here’s why I am awake at 4am on a Saturday morning. Not for the preggers or the child who does not sleep through the night but family. No, we’re not braai’ing or having festivities. We are fighting. The good old fight. I won’t mention names, of course but just know that I am speaking as an innocent and mostly confused bystander.

I got woken up by yelling. Lots of it, with a few cuss words thrown in their aswell. Now, I don’t mind the cussing because come on!, but I did feel like this fight was uncalled for and perhaps a show of one’s true emotions.

If you cannot love me through the dark, because we do not love me when my light shines.

Do not stay with me because becoming a statistic is so cliche, but rather stay with me because the love you felt the very first day you saw me still runs through your veins.

Love me at worst, treat me better at mine.

Isn’t there a saying , “fight fire with fire

Now, is the saying telling you to attack using the same amo or not?

Anyway, whatever. It doesn’t matter. What matters is this. I am an eavesdropper. I love eavesdropping. It’s a thing. Let’s all not do it in 2018. It is my thing. Now leave it alone and see what else I have to say.

My last relationship was over 5 years ago. Even though it was toxic and hurt in ways only seen now, we were never horrible to each other. Well, I was a cunt in the beginning. He was a twat. We took a small break but when we came back together we were better for it. Because we LOVED each other. I don’t ever think love was the problem. We never mistreated the other person and no matter how we felt or what kind of day we had, there was always respect. We drank together, like a handful of times but things never got out of hand. Things never escalated because we were always open and honest with each other, in our sober state. We had the kind of friends who didn’t ask dumb questions to get the other person riled up. We had friends that were respectful and who loved us, to some degree. I know that I will never act in a disrespectful way to my partner but after being witness to the travesty of tonight for 6 years now, I’m not so sure I even want to be in the same room as those people.

You should never allow anyone to speak to you like that. You should also not lower yourself to their level and react to them like. Be the bigger person. It is hard but you’ll thank yourself for it later.

Red Cross 16 Days of Activism Story Seven | Sadie

 

One year old Sadie* was rushed to the Red Cross War Memorial Children’s Hospital with a fractured femur. Doctors were told that she fell off the bed, but the fall was not witnessed by either parent. Sadie’s father explained that he left her alone in the family home while he used the bathroom, which was 100 meters from the house. Upon his return, he found Sadie on the floor and crying. When he picked her up, her cries intensified. He explains that this is when he noticed that there was something wrong with her little leg.

Doctors in the trauma centre at Red Cross Children’s Hospital examined Sadie and determined that the type of fracture she had, was not consistent with her father’s version of the events surrounding her injury. A child protection investigation began. After numerous social work assessments and hours of investigation, the findings of the child protection office were heart-breaking:

Sadie’s parents had lied about her fall being an unwitnessed event…
Sadie’s parents had lied about her fall being from a bed…
Sadie’s had lied about Sadie’s fall being a fall at all…

Sadie’s parents got into a physical fight and one year old little Sadie was picked up and used as human shield. In the midst of this violence, her tiny little body was pulled at and hit and in the end, the sheer force of this violence was the reason her little leg broke. Once the fight was over, Sadie’s parents continued drinking alcohol and little Sadie waited – in excruciating pain – for two 2 days before her parents brought her to the hospital.

Sadie has been removed from her parent’s home and now lives in a place of safety.

* YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW HER NAME TO KNOW THAT SHE DESERVED A CHILDHOOD

Red Cross 16 Days of Activism Story Six | Jade

 

3-year-old Jade* was staying at her mother’s boyfriend’s house. Sometime during the night, little Jade wet her bed. In most households, this would be met with a gentle reminder from a parent. The child would be reminded that it’s ok, it happens, it is not a big deal. The sheets would be changed and life would go on. But Jade did not come from “most” households. Jade came from a household were violence inescapable and for Jade, what happened next could only be described as an avalanche of abuse.

Jade’s mother’s boyfriend –  the perpetrator – proceeded to punish her while her mother watched helplessly on the side. It was reported that he allegedly covered her mouth with Sellotape, slapped her, pulled her by her hair and used her t-shirt to hang her little body on hook behind the door. Jade’s mother stated that she was unable to protect little Jade as her boyfriend had repeatedly kicked her in the stomach.

After the violence stopped, the perpetrator bathed Jade and reconciled with her mother.

The following day, Jade’s mother left her in the care of the perpetrator and when she returned home, Jade was once again in the bath with fresh bruises covering her tiny body. Jade was not walking properly and her mother noticed that there was sand in her ears. The perpetrator said that Jade had fell in the backyard. Jade’s mother called the police and Jade was brought into the Hospital. Doctors at the Red Cross War Memorial Children’s Hospital found evidence of physical and sexual abuse.

Jade been removed from the care of both her biological parents and the perpetrator and put in a place of safety.

* YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW HER NAME TO KNOW THAT SHE DESERVED A CHILDHOOD