Our Sweet Family of SIX!

Disclaimer: With all of the letters in all of the words, of every language known and unknown to man, I could never accurately describe the emotions I experienced on and around the events of 9/11/01. Tuesday, September 11, 2001, is a day that I will never forget, although; at times I would like to. I was a junior in high school and walking with a friend to our science class, when I saw the first glimpse of footage. She and I were on the dance team together and everyone referred to us as twins. In all reality, we both just had curly hair, green eyes, and spunky personalities in common. As we rounded the corner of the science wing of our school, I noticed that the class on the corner was watching a film. We passed the next two classes and I could see that they were all watching the same movie. I didn't think much of it, as they were freshmen classes and I knew that I would be studying something different that day in Physics II. We were gabbing and goofing off about the cute guy...

Y'all guyz. Holy wow. So today, I was browsing my memory thing on Facebook and it showed me some photos of myself 4 years ago. Did you know me then? You didn't. I mean, the girl you think you may have known then, she wasn't real.  I can guarantee that even my closest friends and family members didn't know me then. You knew the person that I allowed people to see, but no one knew me. I was too ashamed to allow anyone to see who I truly was and what I was enduring. So much has changed in four years. It feels like a blink of an eye and an eternity all at the same time. First and foremost, selfie filters y'all. Wow. Thank the lawd-y sweet baby Jesus for those! For the real though, I'm not the same person. I'm whole now. I am an entirely different person and just like Popeye, I'm proud of who I am. I know how to switch utilities from one address to another, and how to check my oil. I know how to say 'no' without fear, and how to say 'yes...