I'm That Pill You B Rollin On

"I'm proud of my body and i love to show it off, i would rather have some meat o my bones then be skinny and bitchy like [other] girls in hollywood" -Salma Hayek im a strong girl that keeps her shit in line; with tears in her eyes and and still manages to say "im fine" “love life, engage in it, give it all you've got. love it with a passion, because life truly does give back, many times over, what you put into it" --Maya AngelouAbout Me My name is melissa I live in the *908* I have a daughter ,Samantha, who is my world I live a complicated life I'm a hopeless romantic I love to be on the beach at night I'm always afraid im gonna get my heart crushed I have 13 tattoos I have my eyebrow pierced I take great pride in my hair I dye it every month like clock work I love doing make-up I'm hoping one day i can get into cosmotology school I was married at 18 i have my career ahead of me now Owned my first house at 19 i was married BEFORE i got pregnant i love to write short stories and poems i have a dog named ginger i have 2 step brothers, one has passed away im adopted within the family i lost my dad at 10 im happy with the outcome of my life. i have a handful of true friends my friends are my family, ill kill anyone who tries to mess with them I'm a complete goof ball i'm the one that always starts the trouble :) i'm apparently mighty mouth(mouse) Counter = 5 i was excepted to suicide girls but have yet to do my photoshoot i admire jenna jameson, jenny McCarthy,anna nicole smith and carmen electra The playboy bunny is my hero i am outgoing i am a true bitch if u piss me off People either love me or hate me "without suffering there would be no compassion" Aim Screen Name *GurlGizmo69* BitchologyWhen I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch. When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch. When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch. Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart. It means I live my life MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me. When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am defined as a bitch. The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid. It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am ! and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be. I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that! So try to stomp on me, try to defuse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed. And if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it! Maya Angelou said:“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.I’ve learned that making a ‘living’ is not the same thing as ‘making a life.’I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.” “I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” "I gave you life, and you completed mine" You Make Me So Proud Everyday Samantha. Mommy Loves You! We are sitting at lunch when my daughter mentions that she and her husband are thinking of starting a family. Do you think I should have a baby?It will change your life, I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. I know, she says, no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations...But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation. I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right. I want my daughter to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years-not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future. I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or a cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts. My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reach across the table, squeeze my daughter's hand and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings..that of being a Mother. Author Unknown