A Repost of Sorts

I came across a post that is a little more than a year old yesterday when I was looking for facts about myself. I don't know if you've seen the thing going around facebook about facts of me that you like and somebody gives a number blah blah blah but my mom did one and I liked it so I needed to find info that they didn't know. That's when I found this post. I thought it was really well written. Honestly, most of the stuff from that time in my life sounded like crap. I was embarrassed to read it. So please, do us all a favor and don't go back and read my blog.

I have edited this and taken out some boring stuff here and there. But all the important stuff - the meat of the post- has been left in tact. Enjoy.



A womanifesto is your declaration of yourself about being a woman.

wo·man·i·fes·to
noun \ˌwo-ma-nə-ˈfes-(ˌ)tō\

A written statement declaring publicly the intentions, motives, and views of its female author. May include themes of empowerment, independence, self love, consciousness, affirmation, and individual acceptance; your positive beliefs about yourself. Created to give self-described definition in regards to the innate beauty inside of every woman. Yes, even you.

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I  think that sums it up better than I could. If you want to know the whole story behind this you need to click the source button up there ^.

I'm Chloe.
I'm 21...
Feel like I need to figure it all out.

I don't believe you can love too much.

I believe.

Stars and believe are my inspiration.

I love love. 

Making people happy is what I'm here to do.

I am a momma.

Yes, a young one.

It's not hard in the sense you think, like money,

it's hard to be the adult.

I am curvy.

I am an old soul in some ways.

I am a crier. Happy, sad, hurt...I cry.

I'm overly emotional.

And that's ok.

I'm sensitive.

I'm a driver. I will drive for hours and not mind. It's a

place to find solace and search my soul.

I think I'm simple but maybe I'm complex.

I want to be loved for me.

I need to realize I will NOT be perfect.

And be ok with it.

I don't have to prove my beauty by what I wear.

I can wear sweats and be ok with it.

I am not modest. Deal with it.

I will worry less.

I have to.

I will never grow up.

I can be immature...

I know I have matured.

I need to love myself as much or more so than I do other people.

Not everything I do/say requires an apology.

I forgive too much.

I'm beautiful.
I'm smart.
I'm the only one like me.

august 12, 2012