If you're skinny, you're on drugs. If you're fat, you need to lose weight. If you smoke weed you're a druggie. If you're dressed up, you're conceited. If you're dressed down, you've let yourself go. If you speak your mind, you're rude. If you don't say anything, you're snobbish. If you are sociable, you're a party animal. If you stay to yourself, you’re detached. Judge me for loving my body and showing it off 🤷🏻♀️
YOU can't do anything without being criticized. We live i
It’s extremely important to practice self care. I have to admit when life gets busy I slack hard on this. I have been focusing so much on goals that I forget to take care of myself. I already feel the negative effects of putting business 👩🏻💻 before me. High anxiety, dark circles and the feeling of burn out.
I can’t stress enough how important it is for you to take care of yourself and have ME time. We all know life gets crazy with work, kids, marriage whatever and we f
Regardless of how healthy I get I’m still Puerto Rican and still love to use Goya products.
I was taught to use red top adobo and Sazon in my early childhood days; learning to cook from my mom and Abuela. Once I started my health journey I realized that our Puerto Rican cuisine really is filled with tons of unhealthy carbs, a lot of sodium and hardly any veggies or protein. I wanted to change that but didn’t want to totally get rid of the Puerto Rican taste. If you know wh
Some people give me the side eye 👁 when they find out I use Medical marijuana but I honestly don’t care because this little plant has been saving my life....Halleluyer
Its been since March 5th since I started Cannabis for my anxiety, insomnia, bloating, and pain. I’m certainly feeling so much better. It’s been a trial and error on what strains would be good for me as well as dosages but I can say that my sleep is getting better, my anxiety has decreased dramatically and my
I worked so hard to be able to hang up my stethoscope and live life for me. That might sound harsh but in all honesty being a nurse was crippling to my mental health. Walking into hospital doors on the beginning of my shift gave me panic attacks and it always felt like I was talking myself out of a ledge. It was hard to not enjoy holidays with my family and all that we sacrifice in those 12 hour shifts like meals or even breaks.
Not many nurses open up and really talk abou