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I got mascara clumps & my edge controller turned my edges white #chooseYOU

It’s Only Tuesday…

Imagine spending the morning getting ready for work and it’s business as usual: you’re doing your hair, applying some makeup, picking out an outfit (that isn’t that cute but will do because it’s only Tuesday and who are you trying to impress at work anyway), and your mirror is telling you that you’re pretty, chill, and cute.

Minding your own business, you arrive to work and catch a glimpse of yourself, and think maybe you should’ve put more time into your morning routine.

This hating ass work mirror is at it again; reflecting a complete mess.

What you thought, just ain’t it, and now it’s too late.

I’m having one of those mornings.

Honestly shame on me for not giving myself the 100% I deserve. I yell “LOVE YOURSELF!” every chance I get and it’s time to start rising to the occasion.

I don’t know who else needs to hear this but: wake up and get out of bed when the first alarm sounds!

What is it about the comfort of home, the safe space that is a bedroom with a complimenting mirror and the best/worst lighting?

I can’t understand how I missed all of the clumps in my mascara and didn’t see that the edge controller I used turned my edges white.

I’m having an interesting start to my day with this unexpected tragedy; to say the least: I need a do-over.

Let’s switch gears and turn this totally random introduction to a blog post into a quick self-love and self-care piece #youngloudproud style!

How to stay Young Loud & Proud when you don’t feel like it…

It’s all about your mindset.

Confidence comes from this amazing source that is your cerebrum; I’d like to think that confidence works your cerebral cortex and requires all four lobes to go into overdrive which produces that invincible feeling.

In my case, it made me step into my workplace looking crazy but when you’re mindset is balanced with the right amount of feel-good on the inside, you’ll shine either way!

Loving yourself while balancing that inner confidence is key, however, WE need to keep that good ol self-love energy balanced with self-care.

#ChooseYou

How can we appreciate the good in ourselves without accepting and working on the not so pretty?

Choosing YOU restores an inner balance because no matter what variation of YOU you are in that moment, when you are accepting of that, you benefit from the inside out.

“Patience”  (sensitive topic)

I’m working on being patient; I used to be so impatient with everything.

It’s difficult being an immediate results type of girl. If I didn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel within the first five minutes, I’m would change directions.

The other day I read someone’s tweet (I wish I could remember who so I could give credit) but it went something like: people are so focused on the light at the end of the tunnel and don’t even realize there is no tunnel. Reminds me of the matrix theory “there is no spoon.”

Basically we create these theories & ideologies that really don’t mean anything at the end of the day. All that matters is what leaves an impression. Its how you feel about yourself, how you treat yourself and how well you preserve your mental muscle. #ChooseYOU

It’s almost as if our “problems” and “hard times” aren’t as real as we may think.  We make them real because of our strong mental muscle. Without straying too much from the topic: we are capable of making decisions that will literally reshape and change our future all we have to do is CHOOSE! We are given choice…Life is all about choice. Choose to be confident, to love you and every variation that comes with that, invest more time in yourself, preserve your feelings, monitor and police your thoughts, wake up early and get your shit together!

I know everyone is saying this but I’m not on a trendy wave I’m becoming aware of some much and while I’m making some really important changes in my life, I’m seeing the benefits of putting myself FIRST and it’s really lit.

It all started with changing my mindset and redirecting my energy (not every few minutes like the impatient me). But taking time to really see results.

I went to the Essence Carnival and was surround my some LEGENDS! One lesson I took away is that you have to stay yourself, not rush your success and to not get in the way of your own blessings. Take a chance on yourself and gamble each time, don’t be afraid to fail the first time and if you do don’t be so ashamed to ask for help (network!) people have the answers and resources to help you and you’d be surprised how far teamwork can take you (this is a tough one for me because I feel like I’m a jack of all trades and I’m constantly trying to do it all by myself…

I think it’s time to bring my Podcast back!

I want to continue with these important conversations to hopefully give out some inspiration to you all. Stay tuned and stay #youngloudproud

 

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“You don’t have to get a seat at the table you can buy your own table” –IMAN @ the #EssenceCarnival #NYC 4.27.19 – 4.28.19

#YoungLoudProud went to the first ever Essence Beauty Carnival In New York City this past weekend. Check out the highlights for some of my favorite moments:

 

Thank you Essence. As an entrepreneur and a young black woman who is very new in the beauty game, I am truly inspired after hearing all of the panel discussions and key note speakers.

I mean, I had the opportunity to be in the same room as IMAN (such an iconic legend) and Ciara (one of my absolute faves ever), and to hear all of the GEMS they were dropping; I just can’t express how motivated I am to push #MystikyMaquillage Mystiky Maquillage & Young Loud Proud forward! #youngloudproud

5115 Wissahickon Ave.

Times like this my mom would say the devil is busy..

I think he has too much time on his hands

He’s taking a break while I’m filling my head

with silly things that aren’t true

In the back of my mind and in the front of my mind is you

You, telling me, reminding me of our sacred ritual

I’m head over heels, heels over heads

always indulging in a mess, stuck, never moving all the way through

Loving the lust, the lies

Comforting hellos, harsh goodbyes,

you know I love me… some you

But you, and I, this back and forth, aint nothing new

In time itll all be gone, the ending of a song, but just wait for part 2

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5115 Wissahickon Avenue

“Does Mr. Eric spend the night with your mom often? Is he living in the house with you?”

At the time I didn’t know that my mom’s best friend was questioning me only to stab her in the back. After all, I was only seven…who uses a child as a vehicle for evil and gossip?

When my mom went to work the next morning, her best friend, Mrs. Miami, handed her a copy of an email she drafted to the Philadelphia school district asking for her immediate removal as Principal from Bethune elementary.

The email contained personal information (information she squeezed from a 7 year old) about my mom’s relationship with an accused rapist.

I was only a child so of course I didn’t know what was going on.

I carried the burden of my mom losing her job which left us homeless for 4 years.

I carried that burden all by myself until I was old enough to realize that it was all bullshit and I forgave myself I told myself that I was only a child and I didn’t know what I was saying.

I didn’t know she was pressing me because she was jealous of my mom and her relationship.

I didn’t know at the time that Mr. Eric’s daughter, Rachelle, moved from Haiti to live with him and he was touching her.

I don’t know if everything was happening for a reason or if I was the worst erson in the world.

Mrs. Miami setting my mom up saved us in the long run.

Maybe if her business wasn’t put on blast, we wouldn’t have found out about his past, and his present.

Maybe my mom would’ve gotten married to the rapist.

But at the time all I know is that my mom lost her job and we didn’t have a place to live and it was all my fault.

“Why would you tell her those things?”

What did I tell?

I was only being honest.

The real question was…why is your friend questioning me about your panties?

It’s crazy how things work.

Devils are tricky.

They come to you sincere, as a friend, trusting, promissing, really beautiful lies…

Black Utopia

You’re going to the black utopia? Can I go too?

Where the sky isn’t a typical blue

but a reddish, orangy, golden-sparkly hue.

Everyone there is just like you.

Selfless, patient, loving, intelligent, enlightening too.

Honey pours from the trees and blessings, not death, comes in threes.

You and I are the same, of course, you’d believe,

there aren’t any status symbols symbolizing or separating us because of what we believe.

There’s only one religion and that’s the belief of a longing love.

Everyone would raise their heads and never bow them again to talk to the “one above.”

We’d float down to heaven, then up to our super earth again, and then, wherever our wings would have us travelin…

Maybe we’d stop pass the old mars or visit the first stars and see everything we generalized into being just “space.”

We’ll spin and twirl and twirl and spin, until finally we pick up the pace.

We’d name everything we touch bc it would be ours to do just so, there be enough to go around no need for fighting never anyone going toe to toe.

I heard of this place called the “black uptopia” I heard it’s a place you’ve been to…

I only have one question for you.

If this place the “black utopia” exists, can I go with you?

Speak Up: An Invincible Girl’s Podcast is available on all streaming platforms #SpeakUp #SpeakUpPodcast

“Speak Up: An invincible girl’s Podcast”

On 9.30.18 I’m launching “Speak Up: An invincible girl’s Podcast” An extension of my blog site “Young Loud Proud (YLP)” —a resource tool for inspiration & motivation in the hopes of spreading POSITIVITY while dismembering stereotypes. “Speak Up” will be used as an outlet to continue to shine light on #BlackGirlMagic across the globe, a place to discuss social issues, and also solutions/thoughts on how to make a change. Please visit http://www.youngloudproud.com for more information and make sure you’re following YLP’s Instagram @youngloudproud if you would like to contribute feel free to DM me and/or Email: proudloudyoung@gmail.com🖤✨

How NOT to fangirl (when you really want to) Part II. #YLPtalk

Fan·girl: (of a female fan) behaving in an obsessive or overexcited way.

Gather around Young Loud Proud, this is Part II of How NOT to fangirl (when you really want to). #YLPtalk

This past year I’ve been in a few unbelievable situations where I could’ve fangirl-ed the hell out of a couple of my favorite celebrities and could’ve made some memorable events, but I chose to stay quiet and keep to myself with the overall goal of not acting like a complete fan (even though my insides were exploding). It’s a self-control thing, I’ll tell you all about it, here goes nothing!

How to act like you don’t care that: Mary J Blige, Judy Jamison, Lena Waithe, Naomi Campbell, Naturi Naughton, Fantasia, Beverly Johnson, Queen Latifah, Ciara, Janet Jackson & Phylicia Rashad are all sitting within arms reach when all you want to do is run up to them, give out hugs, pull out your camera, and snap selfies:

I attended the filming of the was the Black Girls Rock 2018 awards show and the only question on my mind was: Do I carpe diem or nah?

BET just aired the 2018 awards show “Black Girls Rock” (on 9/9/18) an annual celebration of Black women while recognizing some of the most prominent pioneers in culture.

I had a brief close-up camera appearance so the excitement of seeing myself on TV a few weeks after the filming, basically prompted this “Part II” (of a new ongoing series on Young Loud Proud about keeping your cool and resisting the urge to fangirl celebrities).

A few weeks ago, my best friend sent me a link to attend a taping of this awards show and since I’ve always dreamed of going, this “win a chance to attend” link was right on the money (just not my money—that was a joke). I figured “sure” anything free is for me; it didn’t matter that it was almost 3 hours away in New Jersey.

So I signed right on up and the following week I was sent a surprise text asking me to confirm my attendance to the “2017 Soul Train Awards.” I rolled my eyes so hard at the confirmation, I was already reluctant to travel for this event, and part of me felt like this was the confirmation of some scam, after all, the title, year, and overall details of the show were so off.

Any who, it was all good because once I arrived, I saw a bunch of elegantly dressed people and signs indicating that I was indeed at the right show. It was a huge relief to see event staff eagerly smiling with their “Black Girls Rock event staff” tee shirts on.

So, then I exhaled. I was signed up for the correct show, traveled to the right location, made it on time, I was super cute in my semi-formal outfit, the last thing to ease my mind was the understanding of my role…while I thought I won exclusive seats what I really signed up for was an opportunity to be a seat filler.

For those of you who don’t really know who or what “seat fillers” are for award shows (if you’re reading this puzzled don’t worry I was too) the name is pretty self-explanatory. I was signing up to fill seats as necessary for the duration of the Black Girls Rock ceremony. I was expected to be shifted around, to make room, and fill in seats as necessary for the models, actors, actresses, and VIPs (et al.).

Once I ingested the duties of a seat filler after being prepped by the event staff, my best friend and I was ushered into a waiting area/auditorium where we waited over 2 hours in the hopes of being needed.

In the agreement, it clearly stated that not everyone would be chosen, so I braced myself for rejection. I don’t know why sometimes I count myself out (I need to stop doing that!!! this is a #YLPtalk for another day).

While waiting in an entirely separate and crowded auditorium, away from the actual event, I have to admit; I was anxious, hungry and ready to leave, but, I AM SO GLAD I STAYED!

I was sitting next to some complainers who figured the long wait was because they ran out of room, or they weren’t going to need us, or the “powers that be” didn’t like our outfits but I’m so glad I’ve mastered the art of tuning people out because they were dead wrong.

Not only did we get seated, but the ushers ended up sitting my best friend and I (together) in the second row! Yes, we were up close and personal, just a few feet from the amazing “Black Girls Rock” stage and we didn’t get shuffled or asked to move NOT ONCE!

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(This was the only picture I was brave enough to snap as we were leaving out!)

Overall, this was the best experience ever; I ended up sitting right behind Naturi Naughton (commonly known as “Tasha” from 50 cent’s show “Power”), and while trying not to fangirl, I began to notice more of THE GREATS and it was completely unbelievable.

I saw the likes of Mary J Blige, Lena Waithe, Naomi Campbell, Fantasia, Beverly Johnson & Phylicia Rashad … it was all so inspirational just to be surrounded by them and to feel their positive energy. In the words of Mary J “Black Girls just Rock, we just do…” I felt the magic all through the room.

My opinion: to fangirl at an elegant awards show entirely uncalled for and is probably the quickest way to get removed. One thing I will confess: I did bring a copy of “An Ode to the “Good Girl” and leave it under Judy Jamison’s chair but whether she got it or security removed it is neither here nor there…that was the extent of me fangirl-ing…

I was so honored to be there, and I respected that this was such a sacred space full of #BlackGirlMagic. I didn’t see a bunch of bodyguards everywhere, you know? Everyone was basically enjoying each other in harmony, and I thought to myself “yeah this is exactly where I should be.”

I declared to myself that next year I’d be up on that stage and not just in the audience and you better believe it! It was like the best motivational rally, therapy session, church service, and most amazing free concert I’ve ever been to all wrapped up into one event.

You have to realize people are in celeb’s faces all day snapping photos, asking for selfies, recording, and it’s entirely annoying for them. At least that’s what I think. Although I had already signed an agreement not to take out my cell phone before going inside, I was so tempted! Especially when my favorite auntie Phylicia Rashad came on the stage!

They showed me twice so I’m just being joe 😭😭 like look ma I’m on TV!

Some of my favorite moments:

Mary J Blige’s acceptance speech (click here on this link to see my cameo LOL)
Fantasia’s tribute to Aretha Franklin
H.E.R’s performance
Lena Waithe’s acceptance speech

Honestly I signed up through the link for the “2017 Soul Train Awards” with my best friend, ended up waiting for almost 3 hours, and then come to find out it was only to be a seat filler. I was so disappointed but I’m glad I held on because it turned out to be one of the best experiences ever.

I never expected to be sitting up front at alllllll…

The Black Girls Rock 2018 awards show was epic; I’m so thankful to have been a part of that celebration on our culture. I was moved by Trana Burke’s (the founder of the #MeToo movement) speech. I was so excited to celebrate, alongside so many pioneers in our culture that I truly admire, ones that I grew up (past generational celebrities) with and am growing up with (current generation). I realize the magic that took place is unique and want to acknowledge that it isn’t often that we (black women) are celebrated or glorified in the media.

We have to mostly fight for our kudos and share the weight of having to overcompensate for ourselves sometimes, so let me just say I don’t know of a better example/way to do that than exclaiming “Black Girl, YOU ROCK!”

Thank you BET for displaying positive images of black women, shouting out those that are otherwise dimmed, or volume turned down by the media, thank you for shouting us out!!!

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Don’t let me discourage you Young Loud Proud people, if you fangirl, do it with pride, go hard or not at all…this is only a mere suggestion of how to get re-invited to the events LOL!

I just wanted to share some of my thoughts and experiences with you because you never know sometimes… I’ve been in certain situations with people whom I really admire, and for the sake of not being a complete fool, I suppress the “shock and awe” methodologies I try and live by… but…what do you guys think? Will being bold always work for your benefit? Sometimes you can put yourself out there, not act shy and grab what you want and it totally works but you have to be careful, or you’ll look thirsty.

Have you had a run in with a celeb or hung out with a crush/someone you admire? Do you disagree with this theory? Please let me know!!! Email me! proudloudyoung@gmail.com

If you’re interested in more personal reflections/rants/stories like these check out the book of poems I recently published: “An Ode to the ‘Good Girl’” available in paperback or kindle (e-book)

How NOT to fangirl Trey Songz (when you really want to) #YLPtalk

Fan·girl: (of a female fan) behaving in an obsessive or overexcited way.

Gather around Young Loud Proud kids, this is a rant of a story, explaining the importance of NOT “fangirl-ing” (when you really want to). #YLPtalk

This past year I’ve met some of my favorite people, in the most unbelievable situations, and although I would’ve loved to fangirl the hell out of a couple of those celebrities (which would’ve made some awesome, unforgettable memories) I chose to keep my composure and not act like a complete fan (even though my insides were exploding and begging for the opposite). It’s a self-control thing, I’ll tell you all about it, here goes nothing!

  1. How to act like you really don’t care about Trey Songz when he is standing right next to you:

After the after party its the after-afterparty! I was in ATL last April for the TREMAINE the tour festivities, and I went to (really snuck into) an after-after party with Trey Songz (and Jeezy (for some reason I always forget he was there LOL, but I love him too)) anyway, I was literally clubbing with Trey! I was in a small club, and I was so close to him that I was able to pass him a blunt and have him deny it. I was thinking in my head the whole time “do I act like a fool and get thrown out of here” with follow up thoughts like “should I really take out my cell phone and snap a secret selfie” (although no one else was), and most importantly I considered the consequences of jumping on the man of my dreams like I always fantasized I would.

Do I carpe diem or nah?

One thing you have to realize is that at the end of the day celebrities are people. Not Gods, not bulletproof, yes they are magical (but so are you). Anyway, I came to the conclusion that just wasn’t the time fangirl. I was in a small setting and I chose to just blend in with his close friends/family instead being THAT girl which would’ve been entirely uncalled for. At least that’s what I thought. Celebs are constantly having people snap photos, they’re asked for selfies, recordings, etc and whether they feel obligated to engage or not, I can’t even begin to imagine how annoying it can be at times. Honestly, at 4 am, how many of you really think Tremaine wanted to see another cell phone? (That’s all I was thinking). This man is tired and hungry and the last thing he wants is to see the flash of my camera…

ATL was epic; just an hour before (at the Tremaine the tour show) I witnessed women literally passing out from all of the excitement from the legend that is Trey Songz. Then later that night I weaseled my way into the after AFTER party and maintained my composure and kept my dignity although my Afro almost cost my best friend and I admission. S/O to the guy that was like “we need some more females in this club!” hahahahahahaaaa.. anyway the second moral to this story is that deep down I kinda wish I acted a fool and took that moment to twerk on Trey or something at least but ah FUCK IT how many people can honestly say they saw their celeb crush u close and personal???

I chose to act like I didn’t care and that awarded me another hour in that club, just enough time to meet Mu and make friends with the guy rolling up the blunts. Trey’s little brother Forrest is so freaking cute too!!! Oh, I stayed long enough that my best friend and I missed our flight (totally worth it and I would do it again) and in a rush to the airport, I forgot that I packed a bud in my bag (found that out after I unpacked my clothes after arriving back to Philly).

 2. How to act like you really don’t care that Beyonce’s dancers are hanging out with you, eating Pagano’s cheese steaks, and playing Scattergories (when all you want to do is ask a million questions):

OK so the whole reason for this rant of a story and this incredible flashback from ATL is because last night I got the chance to hang out with this awesome guy I went to high school with. Last night was his last night in town (PHILLY) then back off to Miami. I missed Tindy. He was always a sweet, funny guy. I asked him if he would mind me throwing an impromptu game night in this bando (the uptown bando) to celebrate his last night and he said it was cool (what he didn’t know is that I’m a literal type of girl). When I say some I want to throw a game night; I live up to the true meaning of it.

All I heard was “Maya someone is double parked outside!” Showtime! So, games in tow, I headed toward Tindy’s car with my sack of games. He jumped out of his car and immediately burst my bubble “nobody wants to play all of these games, what are you doing??” I was immediately embarrassed, I felt like the child while carrying Stratego, Monopoly, Othello, Family Feud, Scattergories, Clue FX, Gestures, and one more box I can’t remember at the moment. If you let Tindy tell it, I was Santa Clause (Alexa play 2chainz’s verse on Big Bank). So the nervous sweats came (mind you I already had next to nothing on, and my edges were already halfway (less than halfway) fleeky, so the sweat just made everything WORSE!) So I ran back in the house, leaving my keys in the door all nervous to head off to the bando. I came back out with Scattergories, got in his car, took out my cellphone, and I called my friends to come to meet up with his friends so we can all be friends.

What I didn’t know was how poppin Tindy and his friends really were… one of the guys that danced with Beyonce at Coachella came through the door, and I lost it (inside). I was like oh my God. A talent in my presence yet again and I cant even act the way I want. I had a million questions for this man. Like you worked with Bey? YOU DANCED WITH BEYONCE like what the??? He had the nerve to have on his exclusive Bey fraternity/sorority sweater on too. I would have snagged it if I could’ve (I already tried it with his exclusive Torture lighter/ you know testing the waters, but that didn’t go so well…) he wasn’t too amused but what he doesn’t know is that I was plotting on so much more!

I play too much as you guys can probably guess and when I’m nervous, I sweat a lot. I fangirl so hard inside it seeps though my pores but at the end of the day when you treat people who are associated with fame with respect. I think that if you treat celebrities as you would an ordinary friend, I think they can appreciate it (but damn….sometimes I wonder how things would be if I really lived in the moment embarrassed myself)? What if I twerked on Trey or told Q I wanted to leave and go back to LA with him. Maybe right now I would be off somewhere living my best life!

Sometimes I wish I was THAT girl, but even in a drunken state I still think logically. I have a million different scenarios running through my head at any given time, and I love it.

Don’t let me discourage you Young Loud Proud people I just wanted to share some of my thoughts and experiences with you because you never know sometimes… I’ve been in certain situations with people whom I really admire, and for the sake of not being a complete fool, I suppress the “shock and awe” methodologies I try and live by… What do you guys think? Will being bold always work for your benefit? Sometimes you can put yourself out there, not act shy and grab what you want and it totally works but you have to be careful, or you’ll look thirsty.

Have you had a run in with a celeb or hung out with a crush/someone you admire? Do you disagree with this theory? Please let me know!!! Email me! proudloudyoung@gmail.com

If you’re interested in more personal reflections/rants/stories like these check out the book of poems I recently published: “An Ode to the ‘Good Girl’” available in paperback or kindle (e-book)

An ode to the girls whose future(s) didn’t pan out as expected: How many times can a person reinvent themselves? #YLPtalk

“I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I mean, I don’t know who I want to be exactly.” –Me, almost a year ago.

First I wanted to be a Veterinarian, then I settled for a position as a Vet Tech, then I was destined to work in forensic, I declared Biology as my major, I was going to be a midwife, no, a prenatal nurse, No! A social worker, that’s it!! Then I thought, let me work according to my strengths, so, I’m good at writing so I might as well become a journalist. How’s the pay? Anyone can be an entrepreneur and own their own business…that’s what I’ll do to make up for the slow trickling pay! Matter of fact, I’ll travel the world and show off the “Young Loud Proud!!” So there we have it, I’ll become a writer and publish my own magazine “YLP.” (This is where I am right now. I am content with this, promise, but I’ll elaborate more on this piece.)

This is an ode to the young girls whose future(s) didn’t pan out as expected.

Get ready for a roller-coaster ride:

I’ve changed my major in college, my goals, and my ideas (of what success and happiness will look like in my life) so many times. I think it’s safe to assume that after 26 years on this earth (almost ten years (since age 16) of planning my life out) I’ve finally found what/who I want to be as a “grown up.”

It seemed to be so easy for some people. Some people dream of being a doctor and just like that they begin their journey, but for me, it’s never been that simple, and now I understand why.

I’m multi-talented, and I’m capable of creating my very own avenue to feel accomplished and fulfilled by combining my interests and strengths. It just took a while to figure out what they were and how to make myself work for me. If only I were able to identify my true passion early on instead of trying to be what everyone suggested or thought was good for me. I’m finally finding myself, recognizing my strengths and finding what makes me happy.

I realized at a young age that I had a strong passion for animals and I desired to be a part of the Veterinary care system.

I fell in love with a German Shepard named Smokey when I was six years old. My grandparents rescued him from the SPCA, and as soon as I laid eyes on him, I claimed him as my own. Shortly after we adopted our dog, he was due for a few vaccines, so I decided to tag along to his Vet visits. The feeling of helplessness swept over me as we convened in the hospital; it was fast-paced and a bit overwhelming, but it was a feeling that I will never forget.

I demanded that the Veterinarian let me assist him to do whatever it was to keep my dog in a functional status. Once it was explained to me that it was only a routine visit and my nerves calmed a bit, I began to ask a ton of questions. I saw the collaborative help from the Veterinarian and Veterinarian technicians as they worked through Smokey’s visit and I wanted in! I admired the Veterinarian and Veterinary technicians on their gentleness, kindness, efficiency, and practice.

I perused my interests in Veterinary care by attending Walter Biddle Saul High School for Agricultural Sciences, completing four years, and graduating with a diploma in animal science. While in High school I was a current member of the Horse club, the small animal science team, and also a member of the aquatics division. During high school, I had the opportunity to explore the Veterinary care field further by acquiring a part-time position at the Mount Airy Animal Hospital.

Working as a kennel assistant was my first real job when I was only 14 years old. I worked in the boarding facilities within the animal hospital, and in the three years that employed, I was able to gain an abundance of experience in caring for sick animals within the hospital and also learned a ton of lessons on the strength it takes to be young and professional at the same time.

I experienced monitoring the health status of various species such as cats, dogs, and birds. I also assisted the Veterinarian and Veterinary technicians with appointments, administration of oral medications and surgery. Also, I groomed animals, provided comfort for boarding pets and got the chance to interact with a diverse group of individuals. Attending to sick animals and giving them comfort was exactly what I envisioned myself doing in the future.

I got the first glance at what a Veterinary Technician entailed and the success of the practice within the field of Veterinary care. This was my first experience and a stepping stone to what I THOUGHT I ultimately wanted in a career.

(Honestly, after this experience I really just wanted to own my own hospital/business because working in some underdog positions, as young people, can be discouraging especially when working with people who think they’re better and may treat you like crap.) I always thought “as an employer, I want to hire young people and help them grow professionally instead of trying to tear them down.”

But anyway, after High school, I attended Widener University with a major in Biology. I wanted to major in Biology and incorporate that later into my career goal in Veterinary science but realized it was not suitable for my goals. I concluded that I enjoyed the hands-on aspect of my previous job and wanted to peruse a position closer to what I experienced. Even though I began to feel lost and like I was not on the right path, I excelled in my academics and had an overall great experience proven by my academic record and personal growth. After a year of completion, I moved on to acquire a position at the University of Pennsylvania in the hopes of gaining more experience and ultimately fulfilling my career goals.

Right now my official title is a Vet Tech Sr. -I am currently a Diagnostics Health Monitoring Technician at the University of Pennsylvania. I am responsible for the health surveillance and viral testing of sentinel animals through ULAR’S research program at the University of Penn’s campus. In my working career, I gained my LAT through AALAS and am now a certified Laboratory Animal Technologist. My interactions working alongside my successful peers at the University of Pennsylvania and Principal Investigators have had such a positive impact on me. This position has helped me develop personally and has helped my growth within Veterinary care.

I am working with animals, hanging around medical professionals, providing training and one on one support to individuals while writing my life away; I even have a hand in producing my department’s newsletter. So I have a chance to work with animals, which I am passionate about, animal care and I love to write so I should be content right? Wrong!

I once asked a question: How many times can a person reinvent themselves? I didn’t receive one response from the Twitter community so, I just assume that means as many times as you want (bish).

Perspective. It’s all about perspective. I called 2016-2017 my quarter life crisis year. For an entire year, I let so many terrible thoughts fill my head that I could never pick or stick to any one thing and the truth is that’s OK.

I realize changing your perspective and reinventing yourself is needed and growth is truly everything. I realized that although my young life hasn’t panned out exactly how I pictured it, it’s falling into place rather nicely.

I’m not saying I’m living the dream (yet) I’m only saying that I’m not as bad off as I tried to make it seem and guess what YOU’RE NOT EITHER!!! Everything takes time to fall into place but hold on girl, hold on.

How young were you when you got your first job? Where was it? How was the Interview process? What were the requirements? Were there generational differences? What was your first impression of the current staff? Are you skipping around trying to find what you’re truly passionate about? Are you like me??

I WANT TO HEAR FOR YOU! Email me: proudloudyoung@gmail.com

“Good Girl” #SpeakUp

(An ode to good girls)

You think you’re a good girl

Good girl, who do you think you are?

You walk around smiling, always happy, you won’t get too far

See this is the “real world” niggas will eat you alive

You can’t stand tall before shrinking down to my size

You think you’re a good girl

Goodie two shoes, kinda girl

Conceited think you’re worth something kinda girl

Who told you to smile, wear your hair all wild?

Who said you could go to church on Sundays to praise your God

Good girl, you think you are

But I know the real you

Sneaky girl, you won’t get far

I know all about girls like you

I’ll play you real close

I’ll tell you I love you while I hate you

I know how to hurt you most

You act like a good girl

Good girl, you think you are

But if it’s up to me, I’ll make sure you’ll never fill the void in your heart

You’ll never learn to love yourself truly

You’ll never see those better days

I’m your negative thoughts, self-doubt, that inner hate.

If you’re not careful, I’ll be here to stay,

always.

An excerpt from “An Ode to the ‘Good Girl’” available in paperback or kindle (e-book)

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