Where The Love Resides

It is written in the cards for you.

How can someone as gentle, kind, and beautiful as you not live a life that reflects that? Have you ever wondered that?

Pray for a life that reflects your heart.

Not your fears.

Not your wounds.

Not your trauma.

Your heart.

I don’t feel like I’m anyone’s type, dream woman, wife, crush, or anything like that. People often think I’m sad about it, but I’m honestly not. When I tell people I’m never dating, getting married, or having kids, they always speak life into me and tell me that there is someone out there for me. I think that is incredibly kind, but I also have this feeling that there isn’t necessarily “someone for me,” you know?

I would honestly be shocked if I ever ended up with someone.

For now, I’ll continue making friends, hiking, spending time in nature, and dancing. 🥹

I almost cried. Thank you!! 🥹 He bought his girlfriend tickets to see Olivia Dean, and his girlfriend and I are attending the same concert. Oh, how much I love seeing a good woman end up with a good man. I love seeing two devoted lovers find each other.

I told him that romantic love is an area where I’ve been unlucky. He thought I had someone, and when I told him I didn’t, he said, “Don’t say that.” Then he told me that my person is out there and that he’s manifesting them for me.

Always move with love, even when people send you hate. Choose your battles wisely, and be the bigger person when you can.

Anyone coming at you is carrying something within themselves, and misery loves company. Stay focused on your path. Do the things you love. Show up however you want to show up, that is your right.

Please don’t dim your light for others.

Your purpose in life is not to be understood by everyone. That’s something I have to remind myself of frequently.

IDGAF what people say about you. You continue to show up.

I’m not switching my hair. I’m not changing my style. I love nature. I’m spiritual asf. I’m earthy. I have a soft-spoken voice, beauty marks and moles, I’m quirky ASF, and I FCKING LOVE HAWAI’I.

Don’t let people change who you are just because they feel a type of way about you.

I don’t experience hate on here, and I genuinely appreciate the kindness, empathy, and the fact that so many of you simply see me.

I’m sorry if you come across me on other platforms and end up seeing all the bullshit and the wild think pieces people make about me… when I’m literally just a regular ass person.

Going viral isn’t fun. No amount of filtering comments seems to help, and sometimes these platforms feel like they fuel the hate too. That shit is weird.

Mama, I miss you. 🥹

As I grow older, I look more and more like you every day. Tati, my little sister, looks like you too. She’s actually the prettier sister. We’re both growing into beautiful young women.

Thank you for sharing your beauty with us. 🫂

Mommy, I actually feel pretty now. I always wanted to look like you. I remember when people would ask how you could possibly be my mother because they thought I was ugly and you were beautiful.

Jokes on them.

Mind you, that’s one of my dream dates: spending time volunteering with someone because I get to see your heart. No man is going to go to therapy just because.

And if that man exists, I haven’t met him, and I doubt I will. But that’s okay because I became that person.

I dance. I sing. I volunteer. I share. I spread love. I feed people. I donate. I laugh. I go to therapy. I work on my mental health. I get to be Melanie. I get to be free with no limitations.

Please be careful. Fortunately for me, I’m completely done with men as a whole, and I thank God for the peace I’ve found. But to the women who aren’t, I pray you are with the sweetest man ever. A calm man. A protector. Someone who respects you and values consent. Someone who doesn’t yell at you, constantly argue with you, or ever put their hands on you.

When one of my exes threatened to expose my nudes, women supported me 🥹🥹🥹. They didn’t make me feel ashamed at all, while also providing me with resources and support. Thank you!

When I shared my r*pe story, women supported me and, sadly, saw pieces of themselves in my experience. When I talked about being abused, being in a toxic relationship, going back to a man who didn’t value me, or crying over a broken heart year after year, women showed up for me. 😭