My Experience With Brazilian Bum Bum Cream

I first heard about Sol De Janeiro’s Brazilian Bum Bum Cream from a young woman I met during a digital happy hour via Zoom. She raved about how great this stuff was and since I’m all about self-care and spending as much time as I can on the beach during the summer, I knew this was something I’d appreciate. Since I’ve ordered the cream, I haven’t stopped using it. And I love it! If you're a woman who wants to treat yourself to a little something special, Sol De Janeiro's Brazilian Bum Bum Cream is a nice start. It's the ultimate glow up for you and your booty 🍑😊. It smells amazing, goes on smooth, and can help hydrate and tighten your skin. Which is incredibly beneficial if you're a woman, like me, who has cellulite. I know a lot of other women who have it too, of all different shapes and sizes, so I know other women would benefit from this product and enjoy it. Granted, working out on a regular basis typically gets you the best results. I work out regularly and love my body, but I do have a little cellulite near my thighs. So this product has helped me out. Another one of the things I like about this brand, besides the results, of course, is that they're big advocates of body positivity and inclusivity. They help women feel good about themselves. So be good to yourself and your body. Treat yourself to some of Sol De Janeiro's Brazilian Bum Bum Cream. I believe you'll love it.

The Day I Became A Kidney Donor

About a year ago, I had a dream my dad wanted to talk to our family about something serious. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to discuss, but I knew it was something I needed to prepare myself for. Around the time after I had this dream, I remember stopping by my parents place and sensing something was going on that they weren’t telling me. I tried to dismiss what I’d been feeling, but I couldn’t shake it. Something serious was happening. As I returned to my home after visiting them one day, I was in my kitchen washing dishes when a heaviness hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. Something’s wrong with dad. That’s what that dream was about. God, what’s going on? As I continued washing dishes, I started crying and praying. Then in mid-spring, my dad held an unexpected family meeting that would change all our lives forever. He hesitated at first, and as his voice started cracking and he started crying, he said, “Well, I wanted to talk to ya’ll to tell you that I have kidney disea...

Thoughts From a Black Educator: Qualified, Credentialed, and Constantly Undermined

I’m a Black educator in my fifth year of teaching middle school English, and in my third as the 8th Grade English PLC (Professional Learning Community) Lead. And while I genuinely enjoy the purposeful work I get to do, seeing the growth of my scholars, and continuing to hone my skills in a content area I’ve loved since I was a little girl, I’ve had to confront some unpleasant experiences in this space. I’d been through much worse when I was an academic advisor at a Christian university. Racism, sexism, harassment, and workplace bullying were sadly norms in that environment. However, some of what I’ve experienced as a Black educator hasn’t been normal … It doesn’t seem normal to be the only Black educator in my department – in a predominantly Black school. One of my Black colleagues once said, “It should look like a Tyler Perry movie in here.” But it doesn’t. It didn’t feel normal being reprimanded in a meeting (during my second year of teaching) by an administrator who went in on...

The Day I Made A Will

When I was a teenager, I remember writing a list of my greatest fears. One of the things I listed was death. Looking back, it was an interesting item to list because inevitably, death is something each of us will face at some point in our lives. Even though it’s no longer a fear of mine, I understand why and how it’s not a comfortable thing for everyone to navigate. But regardless, this past summer I completed a detailed will. I signed it, had witnesses sign it, and got it notarized. As I was getting everything done, one of the witnesses looked at me and said, “You know, it’s just that you’re so young…” I’ve learned that death doesn’t care how young or how old you are. You can be five, fifteen, thirty, or fifty, and it’s still something that happens. Completing my will wasn’t scary. It gave me peace of mind having documentation in place stating my detailed directives and requests. A year ago, I had one of my kidneys removed. It was a surgery that came with risks that were presented cle...

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