anniemd007 – Page 2

byanniemd007
Jan 23,23
Black and Proud, Black Girl, Black Woman, Brown Skin, Girl Power, Guest Blog, Poetry, Self-love, Writer

On Loving Her

Written by Eve Greenlow I am in love with a girl.She is kind and strong.I know what she deserves, which is so much.She is beautiful and black and proudand she struggles taking care of her 3c curlsbut she knows it's worth it.She has an unhealthy relationship with crunchy corn puffsbut…

byanniemd007
Jan 15,23
before and after, Middle Aged Women, Mommy Makeover, Plastic Surgeons

Mum who ‘avoided mirrors for years’ hits back at evil trolls after getting £15,000 makeover

Written By Hannah Dodd for JamPress UK Mum unrecognisable after £15,000 ‘mummy makeover’ – with two LITRES of fat drained from stomach A mum who “hated” her belly and avoided looking in mirrors due to her weight has shared the results of a “mummy makeover” – which set her back…

byanniemd007
Jan 13,23
childhood trauma, Dreams, Grief, Loss, Love, Poetry, Psychic

Cut. Cut. Cut. 🖤

I write poems when I sleep. I woke up to words flowing in my dream, but I didn’t write them down in time. They flew away on gossamer wings and then they fell from the sky in cement shoes. Is it worth getting out of bed for this? My grandpa…

byanniemd007
Dec 27,22
abandonment, childhood trauma, Coming of Age, Domestic Violence, Empty Nest, Girl Power, Married Life, Middle Aged Women, Mommy Makeover, Motherhood, Mounjaro, neglect, Nurse, Self-love, Social Media

Sit Back and Enjoy the Ride

I have been making videos on TikTok for months. It filled my time during my surgical recovery and my walking updates motivated me to get up, brush my teeth, put on something presentable and to get my ass up and walk. I had a few viral videos of the day…

byanniemd007
Dec 22,22
Babies, childhood trauma, Christmas, Domestic Violence, Empty Nest, Girl Power, Grief, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, Plus Size Plastic Surgery

Fragile. But not. 🖤

When we lived with Doc, we were artsy. We went to see movies at Tower Theatre. Movies that I think are cool now, but not the ones I wanted to see then. We saw El Norte, The Gods Must Be Crazy, Out of Africa, Raising Arizona, The Legend of Greystoke,…

byanniemd007
Nov 20,22
before and after, Empty Nest, Middle Aged Women, Mommy Makeover, Mounjaro, Obesity Medication, Plastic Surgeons, Self-love

It’s a Wonderful Life!

I weighed 245 lbs. on the morning of my Extended Tummy Tuck in January of 2022. Dr. Yamahata cut off 17 lbs. of skin and subcutaneous fat during the procedure and another 2200 mLs of fat via liposuction to my back and flanks. That’s approximately another 5 lbs. off. In…

byanniemd007
Nov 14,22
Coming of Age, Grief, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, neglect, PTSD

Doorbell Ditch 🖤

So I haven’t felt like writing lately. I’ve been stuck in my head with thoughts that hide, even from myself. Unidentified tears sting but don’t fall, because if I admit why they are there or where they belong, it’s too much. Overwhelming. Sometimes, it’s all too much. And as you…

byanniemd007
Oct 19,22
abandonment, childhood trauma, Coming of Age, Drunk Driving, graduation, Motherhood, neglect

Ride or Die 🖤

1, 2, skip a few, 99, 100. Remember, we don’t have to go in order. I reserve the right to go back in time at any time. It was the summer of 1990. I was 17 and I had just graduated from high school. My roommates, Cynderella and Ten, also…

byanniemd007
Oct 09,22
First apartment, Grief, Loss, Love, Middle Age Woman, Middle Aged Women, neglect

I Need Love 🖤

I texted Sara S. to warn her I was writing about us and she reminded me about some of our highlights. I can’t believe I forgot about this one. Idiots. Lucky to be alive and walking. During the summer after 9th grade, me and Nadia went with Sara S. up…

byanniemd007
Oct 04,22
abandonment, childhood trauma, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, neglect, Road Trip

Burning Bridge 🖤

I’m stuck. I have been avoiding writing. This part has deep feelings, as they all do, but it’s not just nostalgia. It’s a story of bravery, growth, trust, and survival. For all of us. And deep blue pain, a shade different from the rest. We are at the point of…