Blessed & Curvy

I always tell people things that stressed me out when I was younger doesn’t phase me now. Recently I  felt excluded from an event and instead of being stressed about it I found a positive thing to do. I booked a trip, took a couple of days off from work, and enjoyed myself.  I was able to unplug from social media, told my family I would contact them when I returned, and didn’t engage with majority of my circle, I made it real simple .  During this time I am able to reflect on my actions, write new goals, and prepare a plan. It also a time where I look at items I was stuck doing and reach out for advice. It’s much clearer for me because there aren’t any distractions.  Also I got my journal out and started making goals for 2020 for new ventures, ways to invest into myself, and enroll into courses that increase my knowledge because that is something no one can take from me.  I have had staycations and mini vacations and they all do the same for me. It help...

I was digging through my archives and found posts that I would love for you to revisit on Throwback Thursday. These blog posts were the highest rated posts over the years and I want to hear back from you on what you think. Top 5 Blog Posts on the Blessed & Curvy platform that every reader should read: Me Too Fresh Start Sister's Love  I Would Have Freed More If Only They Knew Body Of Armor- Unconsciously Putting on Weight to Protect Myself About the Blogger: Patricia A. Saunders, is a Award Winning Author, Poet, Motivational Speaker that travels the United States sharing her story of losing her mother to Alzheimer's and her journey back from losing it all. Follow Author: www.patriciaAsaunders.com www.facebook.com/blessedpoetpat

Introduction Four Seasons of Love, something that most have experienced or know of. Going through each Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter in the cycles of love and loss. Poetry is the window to the soul that exposes everything. The emotions that are stirred up with make you laugh, cry, and remember a piece of you on the pages. Spring is the blossoming of love. Summer is when it is passionate. Fall as the season changes so do you. Winter can be so cold but yet a beginning of a new chapter.   Excerpt from upcoming book 4 Seasons Of Love I Will Always Be Here No matter what the world says How they treat you is not important I am always going to be here To lift you up Kiss you Let you know you can conquer the world When you feel that you are not good enough When you are broken When you want to throw in the towel Know that I will be here Arms open wide Shoulder to cry on Words of encouragement When they say you are not the rig...

When I was a youngster I was always drawing pictures of models, sewing by hand or sewing machine and writing poetry. It was what excited me into knowing at a young age I had the creative bug. I was always looking for courses for sewing, altering clothing that needed another life, and even took up needlepoint because I loved the designs. My mother one day took an interest in my drawings and showed me how she would draw it and it was then I realized that I got it from her. She loved to draw and wanted to sew but didn’t have time because she had six children to raise. Her love for fashion had me subscribing to fashion magazines, ordering clothes and shoes, and sewing. I loved it so much that I changed from college prep in high school to business so that I could get my first job in a department store; I completed a school project on owning a shoe store, and enrolled in a modeling school.  While in college I changed my major from business administration to Fashi...

I stopped putting up a Christmas tree the year after my mother passed. Christmas was her favorite holiday, it was went she knew all her children were going to come home or call her. She was busy cooking in the kitchen all of our favorite dishes, making sure the house was decorated and the tree was lit. I had taken my mother to the hospital for what we thought was going to be something simple, she would get medication and come home. I had ordered her gifts that were under the tree, I had thought she must have pneumonia because they are keeping her. She would be home in time for Christmas and what we learned was she wasn’t coming home this trip but she was dying.  As a caregiver you’re so focused on the love one that you have their schedule memorized, have the doctor’s phone numbers programmed into the phone, and you’re on alert. I had no control over this situation and it felt like it was in warp speed. When the dust settled she was gone, a piece of me was lai...