Hello! My name is Aundrya and I am a self-published author who loves to write! I look forward to connecting with other great writers and sharing stories that will ultimately inspire and encourage those who read them!
Body shaming hurts ten times worse when it's YOU who is doing the shaming! I'm being transparent and sharing a personal journey of mine while bringing new meaning to the phrase "love the skin you're in!" I took the picture you see last month and it was an unexpected moment of breakthrough for me! See, I typically would only take pics from the chest up or just a simple selfie. I had not felt confident about taking full body pictures of myself since high school, which was many years ago. I was out with friends wearing the dress you see in the picture. It was new and I felt like showing it off a little so I decided to wear it not knowing that day would be a life changing moment to remember! Everything was fine until one of my friends asked me to take a picture in my new dress. I immediately shook my head and told him I didn't want any full body pics and he didn't understand why I was feeling the way I did. He and the rest of my friends kept telling me how beautiful I looked in my dress and how I should really have a picture taken.
I woke up to news that would unlock my purpose and grant me access to my divine destiny. Of course I didn't know this at first. It was a typical Monday morning as I sat at the table drinking my coffee and punching the invisible clock on my laptop as I frantically continued my search for a new job. It's true what they say, looking for work really is work. So I start my day and suddenly hear my doorbell ring. I wasn't expecting company so I looked out the window of my downtown apartment to see who it was, and to my surprise I see a delivery driver dressed in an all black uniform with his work truck parked in the middle of the street.
My induction to creative writing at age eleven was a moment of activation! An activation of a gift that I knew in time would be what the world had been in great anticipation of all along! My sixth grade teacher taught her students the fundamentals and benefits that came with being able to tell a story that was written and created by you with your designed audience in mind. I can remember sitting in class with the biggest smile on my face as I took notes, hanging on to her every word. I was inspired that day and I left with passion stirring on the inside that I couldn’t explain at the time! But I was clear on one thing, I was created to write! The summer of that year, I spent every waking hour writing and creating short stories!
Picture it! Gainesville, Florida on Sunday, June 19, 2005. It was Father's Day and what really should have been a day of celebration for my dad, instantly became a day of tragedy that would change our lives forever. It was the day that my mother, Linda Darlene Collins-Richardson passed away in the ICU unit at North Florida Regional Medical Center just after 7:00 am. She was 45-years-old at the time, just two weeks away from celebrating her 46th birthday which would have been July 4th. I was 19-years-old, one year out of high school and I had just finished my first semester at Santa Fe College. This day will remain monumental for me because it was the moment I realized that everything my mom had taught me for the last nineteen years of my life would be the very lessons and tools I would need to continue living without her being here to walk with me through the many stages that were ahead.
If I can THINK it, I can PINK it! I have this color on my mind It's name is Pink and with it, I can unwind. A color I found to be pleasant and kind.
My Untold Truth
It was Maya Angelou who said, "there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." Sometimes your best story is the one you chose to keep hidden under the covers of life. My most embarrassing moments in life came with me learning something from the experience that would help me down the road. So maybe what I share will do the same for someone who reads it. This challenge for me will be like no other as I come into a place of liberation that I didn't know I was still attainable by sharing my truth! Let's get started!
My Media Fit
I was becoming blind to the ads set on my news feed that were in place to entice and distract me from what I really intended to use my social media account for. I had to find a way to ignore the ads that would appear like deranged stalkers on my feed, minutes after I looked up something online in what I thought was the privacy of my own computer or cell phone. Privacy settings that are now partial, only allowing me to block and keep certain things or people away from what I see on my timeline. But somehow the ads for weight loss, online schooling, celebrity gossip, food and the many other things that are shown with or without my consent get a pass no matter what I do to hide myself away from it all! I must give it to them, these annoying ads are very persistent!
Between the Pages
Leah Ellison is a 24-year-old single mother living in Gainesville, Florida and raising her 4-year-old twin boys, Michael & Legion. She works two part-time jobs as a cashier at a local grocery store during the day and she works as a waitress overnight at a local diner. After losing her mother, Denise six months ago, Leah was not able to afford the rent to remain at mother’s apartment. She and her sons moved out the week after she died with little money and no chance of being able to move into an apartment of her own anytime soon due to her poor rental history. Leah was left with no other choice but to move in with her best friend, Nikki and her two children. The six of them were living under one roof in a small one bedroom apartment in constant fear of being kicked out if Nikki’s landlord found out about her living arrangement with Leah and her sons living in the apartment without his authorization. While Leah was appreciative to Nikki for taking the risk to make sure she and her sons weren’t sleeping on the street, Leah wanted more and she didn’t want to live this way for the rest of her life.