I heard Papi outside.
Tag: Sonique Louise Foundation
Freaknik. 1997.
Women along Mitchell Street on April 19, 1997.
The back of a minivan provides a good videotaping spot for these women from Missouri who were cruising the parking lot at Lenox Square on April 20, 1997, during Freaknik.
👑 Reagan Gomez-Preston. 🎉
Happiest of birthdays to the first girl I ever wanted to be like! Back then, you couldn’t tell me I wasn’t the light-skinned Zaria Peterson! 🫶🏼
Wishing you a prosperous, fulfilling, and healthy chapter! 👑🫶🏼🩷🎀🎉
Feminist Friday ♀️🚺
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
-My Momma
Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. 🔥
👑: Quincy P. Silar III (my baby brother)
Class of 2023. 👑🧑🏽🎓🏈
My “First Lady Era”… just might run for President. 👑🎀🩷🇺🇲
🕊: rest peacefully DeAndree. 👑 Legends never die.
💌
When you come back, I promise you won’t find me where you left me. 🩷
No one is coming to save you, Jesus already did that. 🩷
I’M NOT EMBARRASSED ABOUT ANYTHING!
I’ve struggled. I’ve been hurt by people I loved the most. I’ve been double crossed, used, played, played with, bamboozled, hood-winked, AND led astray. I’ve been betrayed by friends. I’ve been broke and broken. I’ve mismanaged money and priorities. I’ve ugly cried and had emotional challenges and mental issues (still do).
I’ve privately taken L after L. Lost, rebuilt, repeat. I’ve, on several occasions, had to live back home as an adult when life brought me back into my mother’s nurturing arms. My safe place.
I’ve run from grief. I’ve been blindsided and discarded. Yes, dumped. I’ve begged for someone to see my value and worth. I’ve been embarrassed by circumstances that happened to me. I’ve been hurt by fake love, mentally broken, and absolutely stupid many times. I’ve given out blind loyalty and trust without thinking twice, and it came back to bite me. I’ve been depressed and suicidal many times.
But one thing is for certain, I’ve always ate everything up and remained 10 toes down through it all. Bent but never folded. Never switched up.
So for me, my body represents more than flesh. It represents strength, resilience, and freedom. Courage. It represents proof that a body that went through war may have scars, but that’s the beauty in it all. My body represents health, healing, God’s love, God’s grace, and God’s sovereignty.
With love, Sonique 🩷🎀✒️
No one is coming to save you, Jesus already did that. 🩷 Let hope hold your hand while you save yourself. Be your own hero.
Conversations with Carter 🫠
Carter: Mom, am I ever going to get a stepfather? No rush or anything. I was just wondering…
Me: My dear son, unfortunately, guys aren’t as loyal as you are. They obviously don’t respect, appreciate, and value a loving, supportive, kind, devoted, God-fearing, and faithful woman. Someone who would truly appreciate a top-tier woman who would spoil, cook, submit, serve, and honor him. It is what it is.
So no, my sweet boy, you won’t be getting a step-father. Here son, enjoy your food.
🫠🤷🏽♀️😂
Thank you, Father God. 🙏🏼
In April 2020, I was 99 lbs, a borderline alcoholic and endlessly asking God to take back the life He had given me.
Plot Twist…
In April 2023, I am naturally 175 lbs, occasionally getting my drink on (haha) and endlessly thanking God, yet again, for saving the life He’s given me.
God’s Plan.
Stay strong.
Fight on.
