Sloppy

I hate seeing videos and photos of my alcohol – infused days and nights. I can’t change the past or live in shame but I can remember it so I don’t repeat the same mistakes. I’m not sad that my major partying days weren’t during the time of social media and cell phones because I don’t think I’d have a career now 🤦🏽‍♀️. The worst thing about the evidence is the fact that the light in my eyes was gone. I would get so excited to go out, have a good time, and celebrate. I’d get home looking and feeling like I’d been run down by a bus.
I remember going to a concert years ago. I had the prettiest red dress and cool sandals on. Boho jewelry and braids. It was a gorgeous summer day and I was crazy excited. By the time I got home the straps on my dress were broken, I had stains all over it and me, and my shoes were left behind … somewhere. I couldn’t get the braids out of my hair so in an anxious, hungover panic I cut them out. I’m not trying to do shit like that anymore. I’m not the classiest, most graceful girl in the room but I’m damn sure not a sloppy drunk anymore. Happy Friday, sober family! Keep it simple today!

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