Love Games Played on Broken Hearts”
Written by Salkis Re
A broken heart comes as merely a consequence of living.
And it’s because we are “agreeable” as women, more understanding and forgiving, more accepting, and inclined to second, third, tenth chance givings that we inevitably feel the residue of regret for our understandings…
The solution is not to become intolerable, cold hearted spinsters who make love to donuts and pies in the middle of another night in an empty bed.
It is to understand that with your understanding, comes the inevitable display of his character that will surpass your understandings.
And of course we women cannot walk away blameless. In all good conscience, I couldn’t end this utterance without the admission that women enjoy the suffering men display from their passions. We are professional agitators of the attention and lust of men.
How else could men show love for us without the feeling of loss?
It is impossible to show love without fear.
I admittedly am a propagator for love’s cruelty.
Nonetheless, a woman’s game is the heart’s thermometer testing the temperature of the fever in her man, as she makes him “sick” every so often to encourage his “appreciation” to the surface…
So what is love?
Love is Beautiful Suffering for all parties involved….
So Who Am I?
Well, Im a black woman.
A black woman who low self worth, low self esteem and self doubt for much of my life. I never felt like I belonged anywhere, well at least anywhere I wanted to be. So I adopted an aggressive, over sensitive attitude to protect myself from being hurt by people. I tried to do things to face like skin bleaching and severe weight loss diets in hopes of transforming myself into a gorgeous woman entitled to respect and love.
I did so many things under the guise of self improvement and ended up damaging by physical body while creating more to hate about myself.
I’ve learned a lot along the way to self efficacy. And it didn’t come from new make up techniques or having longer hair.
It really came from facing my demons and all the repetitive dialog I had in my head about my self worth.
In my awakening, a heightened level of creativity emerged.
A new level of femininity and my own brand of sensuality came to the surface too.
I want to show you how to accept who you are, TOTALLY and open the flood gates to your own authentic, wild, unconventional representation of your best self. FLAWS AND ALL.
If that sounds like something that you want, please give me a shout by email: firstname.lastname@example.org