Lovely she is in all of her glory. The most incredible of stories. Queen graced with a crown of honor, rich in integrity, drenched in royalty. Her love unmatched, pure in form. She drips GOLD! Her walk is commanding; strides of purpose. Can’t help but gaze. She is peace. Lingers in opulence leaving the sweetest trail. The universe shifts for her. The sun shines for her. Stars dance for her. Her beauty indescribable. Her creator so proud. How blessed we are. Intelligent, witty, loyal, kind, inspiring, lovely she is!
There’s four of us “Koulabdara kids” in my family, two boys and two girls. Growing up, I was always dubbed as “the smart one”, Bay, my older brother, “the artistic one”, Mickey, my younger brother, “the baby” and then there was my older sister, Kay, “the beautiful one”.
Being the oldest of four children, I was ALWAYS made an example of, ALWAYS the first to be disciplined and of course, the first to seem like a disappointment to my parents. Don't get me wrong; I was a straight A student but I had a powerful urge for trouble. 'Sibling Rivalry' was more like a raging war in our house with the four of us in constant competition with one another. But there's ALWAYS the one that 'could do no wrong' and in my family it was my sister Marie.
Inspiration is easy to write about, because there are so many charming ladies in our lives to choose from. I am looking at inspiration from a different lens, based on my life experiences. Many women can be inspirations to us, but what about the self? Before I dive into my story about my sister, let's talk about the self for a second. It's important to acknowledge that one has to allow another human being to inspire us. In other words, if someone is closed off, nothing will be an inspiration; one has to inspire the self, first to want to be inspired by something or someone, then it can happen. That's my deep analysis opinion on inspiration, and very true about me and my story.
This is a story to honour my sister. She is the most amazing woman I’ve ever had in my life and I’m not just saying that.
The woman that inspires me is my twin sister and I’ll tell you why!
My sister Kierra is a warrior, an endometriosis’s warrior, a fighter and advocate. Many women may know that March is Women's history month, but do they know that March is also Endometriosis awareness month? I didn’t either at one point. Until three years ago when my twin sister began experiencing unusual and painful symptoms before and around her menstrual cycle. Consequently, I can only hypothesize that a great majority of women don't know what endometriosis is or haven't heard of it yet. So if we are going to shine the spotlight on amazing women. Then let’s talk about something that has impacted us all, at one point or another. Our periods!
Down in the busy streets of Soho a woman, Tierney McCarver, had a stack of post-its, tape and some five and single dollar bills.
“Sister from another mister” was literal for us. In fact, we would call each other that ever since we learned what the phrase meant. Mom always laughed but said nothing.
I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day after day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky. One day, I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father’s drawer. Father discovered about the stolen money right away.
"You're my person" -- Meredith Grey