Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror

April/2013

Dear Diary,

                Who is the fairest of them all? Not me. As cliché as it may sound; I think we’ve all been there with ourselves at some point in time; some people are still there as adults. We don’t accept or love all of ourselves enough and/or the proper way. We only like what has gotten other people’s attention; like our eyes, lips, body and asses just to name a few. We all have that feeling as a human being trying to find what makes us well, us. Insecurity and/or low self-esteem seems to be a thing that looked down upon; especially in the urban community. How can one insecure man/woman telling another insecure man/woman how to build their low self-esteem; it’s a living contradiction to us as imperfect, living organisms. I don’t believe in being perfect or perfection; too many people are getting familiar with that word and use it so casually & loosely as if it has a valid meaning to a human being. Yes, it is an actual word but we give most words known to human so much power that it hurts our feelings and breaks down our self-esteem. Well, there isn’t a rule book titled ‘How to Build Your Self-Esteem’ available at every bookstore outlet and e-book seller. As that old saying goes ‘…everything starts at home’ and I am a strong believer of that. The common thing among society (especially urban societies) is that we set examples in our homes for our children to see. If a young child sees his father abusing his mother 9 times out of ten he will have it unconsciously embedded is his mind to lead by example; and it won’t stop until one child says to himself ‘that’s not who I am. That’s not who I want to be.’ If we live in a broken or unhealthy environment then we will be broken people; until we take the initiative to fix ourselves; in most situations we are stuck fixing ourselves. We all have to heal no matter how small or big the gash is.

                When I was a kid I went through that heavily. I had so many people in my ear from family to friends at such a young age telling me that I should/shouldn’t do this or that and I should be like this and that. For someone who is in the process of discovering who they are as a person; having those kinds of people in your ear on a daily basis can be very stressful. It was bad enough that I was getting bullied at school and in the streets; now I got to deal with criticism at home. By golly gosh! Geez! But over time I learned to love myself and I can’t fit nobody’s expectations but my own. I tell myself everyday ‘I wake up to myself and go to sleep with myself’ basically saying that the only opinions that should matter is my own when it comes to myself; I’m my own worst enemy; and I’ll be damned if I let the enemy get the best of me. From then on out my confidence build to a 99% so, when I look in the mirror now I ask myself ‘who is the fairest of them all?’ and I always answer me; now this 1% I’m working on is this minor social anxiety. Lol!

Gender (nor sexual orientation) isn’t even a primary factor when it comes to the way that we think of ourselves; even the most manliest (or flamboyant) man has the biggest insecurity about himself; most men are too caught up in their pride to admit it; that they’re human and isn’t secure with themselves. Even the most ‘confident’ woman is the most broken woman; women have pride in them too; sometimes too much pride at times that it comes off as unruly, ugly and unattractive to others. Lol! It just goes to show you that we all are work in progress and that we all ask ourselves that one question…

“Mirror, mirror one the wall. Who is the fairest of them all?”

Mirror Mirror

April 22, 2013

Dear Diary,

                Who is the fairest of them all? Not me. As cliché as it may sound; I think we've all been there with ourselves at some point in time; some people are still there as adults. We don’t accept or love all of ourselves enough and/or the proper way. We only like what has gotten other people’s attention; like our eyes, lips, body and asses just to name a few. We all have that feeling as a human being trying to find what makes us well, us. Insecurity and/or low self-esteem seems to be a thing that looked down upon; especially in the urban community. How can one insecure man/woman telling another insecure man/woman how to build their low self-esteem; it’s a living contradiction to us as imperfect, living organisms. I don’t believe in being perfect or perfection; too many people are getting familiar with that word and use it so casually & loosely as if it has a valid meaning to a human being. Yes, it is an actual word but we give most words known to human so much power that it hurts our feelings and breaks down our self-esteem. Well, there isn’t a rule book titled ‘How to Build Your Self-Esteem’ available at every bookstore outlet and e-book seller. As that old saying goes ‘…everything starts at home’ and I am a strong believer of that. The common thing among society (especially urban societies) is that we set examples in our homes for our children to see. If a young child sees his father abusing his mother 9 times out of ten he will have it unconsciously embedded is his mind to lead by example; and it won’t stop until one child says to himself ‘that’s not who I am. That’s not who I want to be.’ If we live in a broken or unhealthy environment then we will be broken people; until we take the initiative to fix ourselves; in most situations we are stuck fixing ourselves. We all have to heal no matter how small or big the gash is.

                When I was a kid I went through that heavily. I had so many people in my ear from family to friends at such a young age telling me that I should/shouldn’t do this or that and I should be like this and that. For someone who is in the process of discovering who they are as a person; having those kinds of people in your ear on a daily basis can be very stressful. It was bad enough that I was getting bullied at school and in the streets; now I got to deal with criticism at home. By golly gosh! Geez! But over time I learned to love myself and I can’t fit nobody’s expectations but my own. I tell myself everyday ‘I wake up to myself and go to sleep with myself’ basically saying that the only opinions that should matter is my own when it comes to myself; I’m my own worst enemy; and I’ll be damned if I let the enemy get the best of me. From then on out my confidence build to a 99% so, when I look in the mirror now I ask myself ‘who is the fairest of them all?’ and I always answer me; now this 1% I’m working on is this minor social anxiety. Lol!

Gender (nor sexual orientation) isn’t even a primary factor when it comes to the way that we think of ourselves; even the most manliest (or flamboyant) man has the biggest insecurity about himself; most men are too caught up in their pride to admit it; that they’re human and isn't secure with themselves. Even the most ‘confident’ woman is the most broken woman; women have pride in them too; sometimes too much pride at times that it comes off as unruly, ugly and unattractive to others. Lol! It just goes to show you that we all are work in progress and that we all ask ourselves that one question…

“Mirror, mirror one the wall. Who is the fairest of them all?”

Lupus: The Unpredictable Disease

  In 1995 I lost a loved one to this disease. I lost my sister; Felicia Patrice Yelder to Lupus. I was 7 at the time I believe. When she was diagnosed she really hesitated to talk to me about it. She cared for my emotions as a kid. I think she knew that if she told me that she was sick that it would hurt me and I knew that she didn't want to do that. I still remember to this day the first time she took me with her to a doctors visit at Henry Ford Hospital here in Detroit. I remember her telling me

"Stay right here while i go in the doctors office. Don't go anywhere."

It was a very sunny weekday; we rode down there in her beige Mitsubishi car that had the automatic seat belts (I found those more useful than the seat belts now. Lol!). I always liked that feature of that car. I will never forget her advice and the things she drilled into my head. One day she told me

"What is your job?"

I said so confused "...I don't know. What is my job fede?"

She said "Your job is school. Going to school is a job. Treat school as if it's a job. Make sure you stay in school."

and ever since then I've held school & my education close to me and take it so serious. I get so disappointed with myself when I get a bad grade in a class; a lot of people think that I'm too harsh on myself but I always tell people who don't understand me 'I have my reasons'. When I get a terrible grade in a class It encourages me to do better. I guess that's why I'm so smart now. Lol! But in all seriousness; it taught me to never give up; no matter what's stopping me; remember to never give up. She was the one who taught me how to read and write; she even taught me my first big words to spell; "education" and "encyclopedia". My first word was my cousin name; Darren. She has this encyclopedia of hers that she used in college and eventually my mommy gave it to me. I remember she used that book a lot while she was in college. 

  In the days of her being sick I remember going to see her a second time. She and I walked around the hospital (now that I think about it; this reminds me when I use to walk around with my aunt Alice at the adult foster care home. She had Alzheimer's disease.) talking and catching up. I remember asking her

"Fede! When are you coming home?" In a concerned tone

She said "I will be home soon."

Then I said "When you get home can we go shopping together? So we can spend time together."

She said with a smile "Yes."

  Then my mommy came back and then we left. That was the last time I believe I seen her alive. If I remember right; a week later we had to rush to the hospital because she was in critical condition. I remember seeing her through a crack in the door with her surgical cap on and a big blue tube in her mouth. I was so stunned that I couldn't do anything but look and stare; and I did so until the doctor closed the door. I remember looking down the hallway and seeing the hallway filled with a bunch of people from end to end with family and friends. A few minutes later the doctor came out of the room I was looking in and told my mother that she was pronounced dead. I believe it was around 9 or 10pm. It was very dark and raining. I remember either my mother or her boyfriend at the time Dontae was holding my hand tight when the news was delivered. I heard the news and I was just in shock. Even at that age I knew what "pronounced dead" meant. I was so stunned that once I got in the backseat of her car with Dontae I just cried. I remember seeing rain on the car window while we was driving home. Dontae held me close and said

"Everything's gonna be okay."

while he was crying too. I can only imagine the emotions behind a man who loses his girlfriend; mind you that Dontae and Felicia been together for YEARS.

  I remember that my mommy was so depressed with making the funeral arrangements; I even remember helping her. Everywhere my mommy went, I when right along with her. We buried her in her high school prom dress. It was like this 18th century kind of dress; it was HUGE; it was red and white. I remember telling my mommy to pick that dress because it was so pretty; besides that what girl wouldn't want to be buried on her prom dress?

  When the funeral came we had the family hour first; her body was in the house that we still live in today. My mommy lived in that same house for over 50 years I believe. I remember not talking to anybody; I felt so numb and what everybody was saying to me was just like a TV put on mute; I seen them talking but didn't hear them. I was still grieving. I pulled up a chair next to her casket; and just sat there and stared. Some people put cards in the casket; I picked'em up and read them to her. As creepy as it sounds; I was too young to understand the reality of everything; it was the first time I've grieved over someone. It was the last time I will see her so I made sure I soaked it all in. It's so hurtful how I forgot how her voice sounds.

With my mommy; I've never seen a woman as hurtful as my mother. My mommy always told me

"A mother should never bury her children; the child should bury her parents. It's hurtful for a mother to bury her child."

As I gotten older I understood more and more and more of what she was saying; was seeing a lot of people who are or were parents in my neighborhood bury their child; even in high school; you would hear about someone getting shot a couple of times a month. It's depressing to be around that.

  Anyway, moving along; as I gotten older I became more aware of what Lupus is. At that time it was known that only women received Lupus but, as years go by men started to get it as well but women of color are 2-3 times more likely to develop Lupus according to Lupus.org

Subliminally, my sister has taught me that education is the key to success, be strong, take care of yourself and have fun.

  I hope that my story brings awareness to this disease and get others to share their stories of someone who have or had Lupus; not all of the people survived but remember what they've left, love. We all are victims of Lupus; even the families.

In Memory of

Felicia "Fede" Patrice Yelder

-Justice Delore

-Open Diary

Candy With a Side of Childhood

When i was younger i use to eat a ton of candy. That's why i have so many fillers now. Lol! But Now & Later candy was one of my all time favorite candy to pick up at the store. Me and my friends hated it when they was hard and we use to put'em in the microwave to soften em up so we can just chew'em up. Sometimes we would even exchange'em or even put'em in our pockets so they can get warm and chewy. Lol! Childhood memories. Whats your favorite childhood candy?

"Death To Love"

  This past week i've been very busy and sick but i'm back and ready to work; how about you?
Well, i had an doctors appointment today. My doctor said I should go out & date someone and I’m at that age where i should be looking for someone to start a life with but, I hate dating plus, I’m not that interesting for someone to date; lets be realistic here. My interests are completely different than other people my age. BUT she’s right; I’m 24 next thing you know I’m 30 years old. I can’t stay buried in school and my career forever.
  She also said that I need to learn how to take care of myself and that I can’t look after my mommy, my uncle among others forever; I have to put myself first. Maybe I need a man who will teach me how to put myself first or a man who will put me first. *sighs* see, this is why I try to leave my love life alone and stay away from anyone who have male genitals; it’s nothing but a distraction. It’s too much. I’m just not expecting nothing from love; my love life is such a bag of randomized mystery. You just don’t know what you’re gonna get so, I’m expecting the worst. Sad to say but it's true.
  I guess my bad experiences are overshadowing my good ones. How do i do that? How do i create good moments in my love life? Ugh! I need a psychiatrist. Lol!  I do plan on getting out more this spring and summer. I don't get out much; well, at all to be honest. I just walk around with my music and stay to myself. I'm completely different as an adult than who i was as a kid. I was so social & interested in so many things and now as an adult i push people away and i can't trust others.
  It's so sad that i did that to myself. Like they say; things that happen to you as an adolescent can take effect into your adulthood and it did. My mommy was telling me that i have a temper; in which i don't agree on. I just hold my tongue on a lot of things and i can tolerate a lot. Maybe my issue is that i hold too much in but when i am in need to let loose nobody's there to listen; everybody is too busy. What do i do? I've learned that nobody is going to be there for you but yourself. It might seem selfish to most but i don't have another logical choice to choose from.
  Doing everything on my own is a fixed habit i developed because i can't depend on others to help me when i need it the most. I never came across someone who is reliable. I told my doctor today that majority of the people who comes my way just want to use me; i never had anybody who was there just to give support or even a friendship. It's always people taking from me when i have nothing worth taking; It's frustrating for me. I'm always building myself back up. You've got to keep yourself happy as much as possible physically, mentally and emotionally by all means; nobody likes a debbie downer; not even me. Lol! Anyhoo, back to doing school work. it's 11:42pm. I know i will be up all night.

iPhone 5 Is coming to TMobile Customers

Let me briefly explain my frustrations and excitement...

  I am a BIG T-Mobile fan (and still is) and was a customer of T-Mobile since 9th grade in high school. Since the iPhone 4 was released I was hoping and praying that T-Mobile would be given the opportunity to sell Apple's iPhone and make it available on their network. During that time I was getting tired of the constant Android and Blackberry OS platform that dominated the mobile device world (aside from Blackberry downfall in their OS system.). Some say that Apple's iOS is boring and the Android "Jelly Bean" platform is more interesting but for me that wasn't true.

  After spending about $500 for switching from T-Mobile network (in which I still owe $300+ left to pay and recently missed a payment) to Sprint network and to hear 2-3 months later that T-Mobile will be getting Apple's iPhone 4, 4s and 5 when my contract ended in December of 2013; I was highly annoyed. T-Mobile and I have this love/hate relationship on Twitter. Anyhoo, Sprint has good customer service but at some in-store service centers I do believe that the staff has racist undertones to their staff; that's just from my experience.

  I'm excited that T-Mobile is receiving the iPhone because it will bring sales, customers and a better network. It took them a while to get it I think because of legal actions between AT&T and Apple didn't want to give T-Mobile the satisfaction (from what I've heard) and didn't want to reduce the functionality of their phone and make an alternate version of it as well. From a business point of view I completely understand.

  I chose this article to blog about because I had complex emotions about it. What can I say; I get kind of emotional when it comes to technology and money. Very geeky right? Lol! All jokes aside I thought that this was very exciting news for T-Mobile, the brand and for their loyal customers. I may not be a T-Mobile contract customer anymore but I do support their business (even though their service stores are as dry as the Sahara desert. Their in-store staff is very humble, friendly, inviting and humorous.).

If you don't believe me just read the article by clicking HERE