If It Isn’t Love…

Sometimes I find myself in a daze, day dreaming about love. When will I find it? or better yet, when will it find me? I refuse to be the woman that will date a million men just to find “the one”. What should I do? I know…I could pose half naked in my bed to build my likes (I’m sure I will get dates that way)! No, how about I leave my daughters at home with my mom so that I can go out to the club every weekend (I’m sure I can find a man there)! Truth is…my life is not set up like that. Don’t get me wrong, I am not judging but the women who try extra hard with their makeup or who wear absolutely nothing is what men want the most. They want a trophy, a plastic doll…and I’m sorry I can’t be that. I am too interested in getting my life right with God to be all about you. I am too interested in investing in my girls future than to go out to the club every weekend. And I love and respect myself way too much to pose half naked for strangers that can really care less. If those attributes are the effect of me finding love then I don’t want it! Ya’ll can have! Tell me how it turns out within a year.

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Heyyy Lover's! My name is Alania. I am originally from the westside of Chicago but currently reside in the Atlanta area. I am a devoted mother of two beautiful little girl's and I enjoy every moment of motherhood. As a young, vibrant, black, and brilliant young woman I encourage to inspire. My blogs are validations of my heart and I share with you because you are family! I ask that you bare with me as I figure out this road to greatness. Like-Comment-Share Enjoy!

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