I mean my Yes!

Life has never been perfect or easy for me. Seemed like I lost before I even began to try to win. Still I always felt a nudge… a voice… pushing me to never give in. 

When nothing ever made sense & I realized it was time to give You my best; something down on the inside helped me proclaim “I mean my Yes!”


Day after day, attack’s come to force me to leave You behind; Your word or songs come to remind me You’re a friend of mine.

So I grab ahold of Your promises because You’ve told me you’d deliver nothing less; that’s why it gets easier to stay focused and proclaim “I mean my Yes!”


Do I think ol boy is salty? Don’t I know he’s fighting mad? I’m sure he’s plotting right now but that’s just gonna be too bad! Because no matter the storms that come; no matter how many times I cry; no matter who comes into my life or who mockingly says “goodbye!”; no matter if my purpose is questioned or looked at as a joke; no matter if I’m supported or not because we all know about folk; no matter how hard it seems to get; or how many obstacles he puts in my test…. I mean I’ll stand and scream with everything in me:



– Kiesh 

Bullying Survivor: Dekisha Heard!

As a child, all I ever wanted to do was fit in. To be liked. The kids in school would always pick on me and I just never understood why. One day a classmate told me why they wouldn’t play with me, he said, “you’re too black and too ugly”. So, all through school, I was labeled as the ugly, black girl. I never wanted to go to school because I was so bullied. “Tar baby!” that’s what they called me. I never went and told my mom and dad because I was so ashamed and afraid. Being bullied was a normal routine for me. There was always one boy in particular that really picked on me and one day he punched me in the stomach. At that point, I was so confused and hurt because I still didn’t understand. People would say he did that because he liked me but that didn’t feel like being liked. I went to school everyday and they would tell the boys “that’s you right there. The black stallion.” Being funny towards me.

All through elementary and middle school. I got so tired of it, so I started fighting. I just thought I was defending myself. The older I got, I never took pictures because I still thought I was ugly. Where I am now, living for God – He showed me that I am beautiful inside and out because He created me. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks but Him and He’s blessing me to be more confident in myself and in being able to take pictures!

My words to someone who is currently going through bullying due to the dark color of your skin… don’t worry about what they say – BLACK IS IN

His Intention!

Lord! Are you there? Surely you see what’s happening to me…. Oh I’m so tired of crying, I’m tired of feeling bound, I am just wanting to be free.


Lord! Can you hear me? I just can’t take it anymore. This arguing and fighting… He leaves the house yelling, comes back “sorry” & I just open up the door.


Lord! Why is this happening? I feel my heart beating outside my chest. I’m afraid to leave, I’m tired of staying. Is this love at its best?


Lord! Did you see that? He left me standing in a room of tears. After every up and down we faced; all the love & hate of 5 long years.


Lord! Can you feel that? This is a deep, strenuous kind of hurt. I don’t want to be seen, I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to hear someone telling me to see my worth.


Lord! Are you doing this? Seems like I’m feeling a little more strong. I’m reading my Bible & praying much more than before, feels like You’re pushing me right along.


Lord! You watching me? I know You can see I’m feeling better. I’m not crying anymore; I’m more comfortable with myself; feels like You’re putting me back together.


Lord! I just wanna thank You! I don’t know why I worried at all! You knew what to do from the very start; You knew there was Glory in the fall. You knew I wouldn’t understand & have so many questions that I’d forget to mention. Mostly You knew You’d make me better than before & that was always Your intention.


– Kiesh


“As a child, I exuded a tremendous amount of love and sympathy for people; desiring for everyone to display forgiveness, compassion, and appreciation for one another. My dream of what life should be, quickly detoured, and became my reality. The scrutiny, silent judgment, and the slandering of my name crushed my heart. Everywhere I turned, I became weighed down by others scornful words. Being mentally and emotionally abused reshaped how I viewed love and what the world consists of.

While I was torn to shreds by the vicious words of the world (even by members in my family) I was left with so many questions: Why me? Am I good enough? Maybe, life would be easier if I ended it all? These questions suffocated me to the point I was gasping for air—wishing and praying that I would be released! 365 days out of each year I lived with a monster that belittled, tormented, and judged my character. Imagine everywhere you turned, there was only pain. Being bullied became my norm; I hated it but expected it at the same time. I thought I would never see a day where peace would be a part of my everyday life, BUT HERE I AM! Set free and mentally and emotionally released from worrying about the opinion of others! God’s love is what held me up and took me through! So, I say to the one that is facing bullying, SURVIVE!”

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“What my insecurity looked like!” from Jennifer Greer

Whew where do I start? I still remember the 1st time I heard it.. “You’re the black version of Miss Piggy”… at the time it didn’t click I was being made fun of because we were just playing normal. It wasn’t till I told my mom what was said and she wanted to know who said that to me, that it was more to it than I realized. As I got older I continued to gain weight, then I had to start wearing glasses so that made it worse. Kids befriended me because my mom worked crazy hours so I was always home alone, so they used that for their time to do whatever with whomever, and I of course allowed it wanting to fit in. Guys would act like they wanted to talk to me, but all they really wanted was one thing only to get mad when I said no, and proceed to tell me they didn’t want my fat black self anyway, they were doing me a “favor”. I began to wish and dream I was someone else, preferably a smaller light skin version of myself because it seemed that’s who people flocked too. So many nights I cried myself to sleep hating my life, hating myself, wanting to be different so bad, not understanding why I couldn’t look like my father who was light skin, or my grandmother. I allowed my insecurity to rule my life, became a puppet to many so I would feel important, especially with men. I would tell myself this was okay and nothing will ever change that, allowing men to mistreat me, verbally and physically BUT GOD showed me that I was more than that. Now I’m a mother to two beautiful girls, and I remind them daily we are not defined by our weight, our skin color nor how we dress; that we are beautiful inside and out. There are moments those insecurities creep up but I remind them and myself, I may be black, I may be big but God reminds me daily, I’m beautiful!❤

You are beautiful! Walk in that truth EVERYDAY!!

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“What my Insecurity looked like” from Adair Ellis!

I can remember all the way back in school being made fun of. I was talked about because of the color of my skin, because I wore glasses and whatever else people could say, they would. As I grew older I began to believe these things people would say about me. I felt ugly and did not know my worth. People all through school and even my friends never knew my life beyond school hours and the things I was struggling with. Not knowing my father, my mom out doing drugs leaving me home to play mommy and not understanding life at all at such a young age, on top of trying to act like the rude comments didn’t affect me. I didn’t know who I was! I started dating. I would talk to whoever would talk to me. Sleeping with guys, thinking I could keep someone with the power of you know. Even in relationships men always cheated on me! I felt so unattractive inside and out. Intimidated by women who I felt looked better than me. I became a mean individual. I really struggled with my identity. I found my comfort in being alone and making money which was working jobs to make myself look better! That never worked either, I still felt ugly and was being promiscuous. Now that I have found God, I am slowly but surely learning who I am. But I am learning that God made me in his image and I am learning to love the skin I’m in!

The proof is in her smile!!!!💕😍

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“What my Insecurity looked like” from Zontaye Richardson!

I’m not sure how or when it started, but somehow over the years I became self conscious about my smile. I was insecure about my imperfect teeth and I was ashamed to show them. In pictures, I would give this grin that I thought was a smile. My friends and family would always tell me to smile and my response was that I was smiling. In my mind, I thought that I was genuinely smiling, but in actuality I was hiding my flaws.

It wasn’t until recently that I have finally started to embrace what I would call my imperfect smile. It took a lot of encouragement from those close to me to get over my insecurities. The process has been so liberating that now I can not imagine not smiling.

This journey to embracing my smile has been more than just a change in how I look outwardly, but how I feel inwardly. I am truly learning to love myself inspite of all my imperfections and flaws.

Beautiful! Don’t ever stop smiling!!💕💕

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Scars to Beauty Marks!

Part Three

“…The Bad & The Good!”

I started to write this and I thought to myself – “Dag Kiesh! This is a lot!!!” Like, I thought I could put all of this in one entry but from the moment I started writing “The Breakup”, my heart has been in this and yall, my heart flows!!!!!!!!!! Ain’t no half stepping or tip toeing anymore. I promised myself I’d pour everything in me into this and I pray each time before writing that God blesses me to tell my story, my way. Without fear of judgement, criticism, hatred, mockery, etc. It’s going to come so I might as well help someone in the process! So, please bear with me, my Broken Beauties! Yes, I am naming you guys! We are BROKEN BEAUTIES!

Alright – so we discovered “The Ugly!” part of this story and I can’t stop, won’t stop now – in my Diddy voice! HA! “…..The Bad” for me is something we’ve all heard about, seen people deal with and maybe at one time dealt with ourselves but we getting into it anyway!

LOW SELF ESTEEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


When I looked in the mirror, I always found something that if changed would make me so much better and attractive to the opposite sex but the biggest thing I wanted to change about myself was my size! I know some people are so cut and dry to say “just work out and lose the weight!” which I did! I lost 60 lbs. and I might as well had still had that weight on me because it wasn’t good enough for me! I would look at pictures of myself when I was 16 or 18 – flat stomach, hips, butt, small boobs and toned arms – guess what though – I THOUGHT I WAS FAT THEN!  When you have low self-esteem, you’re never satisfied with yourself. Well, at least I wasn’t; I don’t know who else feels me on this! But you lose weight; change your hair color; dress different – trying to achieve a look that we’ve seen on someone else that was appealing to us or others. Yet it never looks quite as good on us as it did on them so we’re back at square one! After much prayer, reading and Self-Honesty, I realized that it never looked quite as good because IT. WASN’T. FOR. ME! See people are so busy trying to be, look like, sound and act like, someone else that they are completely forgetting who they are. Why in the world are we all made different if we are just going to spend our time, money and energy trying to be like everyone else? Doesn’t that sound dumb!? You think God is in the business of wasting time? He just took the time to individualize every crease and crevice of each of us. How we sound. Our laugh. Our freckles or the lack there off, just so we could suppress our individualism and be like the person we see at work. Or at school. Or on TV? Doesn’t make sense, does it? But that’s what we do! That’s what I did. I felt if I could just be this size, my eyes slanted a little, lips a little fuller, waist a little smaller, etc. things would be great and then I at least got to the size I wanted and I was still unhappy!

So, in addition to my routine I added a book by Iyanla Vanzant called “One Day My Soul Just Opened Up: 40 Days and 40 Nights Toward Spiritual Strength and Personal Growth!” In addition to everything I was doing – this gave me a very raw look into myself. The more I began to read, the more I realized that it didn’t matter what size I was. How much money I had. If I had a man or not. If I didn’t start on Kiesha – all of that would be in vain and I’d eventually burn it all down because I was not centered within myself. First, I planned to fall in love with myself. How do you fall in love in general? You learn about the person. You spend time with the person. You learn to accept that person flaws. You look for the best in the person. So, I began to take time out for me. I could name what everyone else liked to do but what did I like to do? I think I would like to be really pampered. Something I’ve always wanted but never got so let’s start there. I got my hair done. I got my nails and toes done. I came home and ran me a hot bubble bath and I just enjoyed being quiet with myself. I began to do that regularly – just take time for myself. No phone. No TV. Just me, myself and I. I’d light incense all around my house. Jasmine is my favorite. Sometimes I’d read a book in the tub. Sometimes I’d just listen to the music. Sometimes I’d pour me some apple juice in a pretty glass and sip my apple juice in the tub. Yup! I went THAT far! And then one day, I walked past a mirror. Normally, I’d scurry past a full body mirror unless I was at an angle that I thought flattered me in the right way but on this day, I just stood there and looked. I looked at my stomach. My big legs and thighs My flabby arms. The stretch marks. The dimples. The roll in my back. I stood there, turning around and looking at all of me and I said, “This is me.” – It wasn’t a bold, overly proud statement but it was an honest statement. Then I looked closely at my face. My scarred face physically and emotionally. Scarred physically from me popping pimples when my granny told me not too. Scarred emotionally from the number of tears that had streamed down this face. There’s a freckle. Here’s another one. And another. And another. (I never had any clue they were even there!) Look at your lips. They’re so small but they aren’t skinTy. You got a little pout. It’s just enough for you. Look at your nose. How narrow it is. I like my nose. I love my lips. This is me! This is you Kiesh! Not the girls on the TV. Not your friend. Not anyone else. This is you. You’re perfectly you! You may not be perfect to others but you’re perfectly Kiesha; walk in who YOU are – not who you think someone wants/expects you to be! You gotta be you! God made you! You are wonderfully made! You’re a peculiar treasure! There is no one else like you! Love you! Be you! Enjoy you!” I stood there listening to all those thoughts shooting through my mind and it was like a light switch flipped in my brain! You ain’t bad girl! You good because you’re YOU! For me to have the love I’ve always desired, I had to learn to love who I was first! At any size, with every flaw. I couldn’t give love to anyone else if I couldn’t give it to myself first!! How can I expect someone to love me if I don’t even love myself? What kind of sense does that make!? I want a daughter one day – how I can teach her to love herself if I don’t even love myself. We all gotta learn to practice what we preach!!! Learning how to love myself and falling in love with God and His word – things were actually looking up. I didn’t have a car still but this isolation was giving me elevation in the areas that were so low to the ground they were practically non-existent! I know in my heart, the things I had in my mind to do – God directed me to do those things. I needed to be stripped down and rebuilt spiritually, mentally and emotionally – the physical part of it could come later but my inward man – that needed to be renewed and refreshed and God was handling His business!

“…The Good!”

Finally, right!?! First let me start by saying this is not the part where I tell you I wake up singing “Oh Happy Day!” or that I never have days where I feel bloated and meh! Or that I never remember some of the awful things people have said and done to me or that people don’t ever get on my nerves because I’ve learned self-honesty so I’m gonna always keep a HUNNIT with ya’ll. What I will tell you is that I do not allow those things to CONTROL ME OR MY ACTIONS ANYMORE!!! Things happen and they hurt and they never go away completely, in my opinion, but I feel that when you’re in the process of being healed of that pain or healed of it completely, it doesn’t control who you are and what you do! It’s not the first thing you remember in the morning and the last thing you think of before going to sleep. It’s not the topic of all your conversations. You’re able to see the people that hurt you and not want to run them over with a Hummer – self-honesty ya’ll, remember? LOL!! But forreal – it’s there but it’s not! I had to deal with heartbreak, lose my only vehicle, face the hurt from my past and start to accept who I was and learn to love that person genuinely but first I had to learn how to love God!! God allowed all those things to happen so I could start from square one. Him. The more I learned to love God, the more I learned how to love myself and to my surprise, I started learning how to love others better as well; not just my family and friends but people I didn’t even know. God put a love for people down in my heart and an unselfish spirit in me and He is strengthening that even today! See I didn’t realize, the hurt and pain that I had cut me off from everyone – possible new relationships, myself and even God! I didn’t know really how to love without limits but I knew that I wanted that kind of love! People don’t realize that it’s hard to accept God loves you without limits when the people who are supposed to love you without limits, don’t. Hard pill to swallow my friend! But this whole journey was a breaking down of the foundation I had built of hurt, pain, hate, lies to others and myself, disappointments, fear and self-doubt and the building of a solid one filled with forgiveness, understanding, patience, forbearance, joy & love for myself, others and GOD! God was literally doing a NEW THING IN ME!!!! I was still in my Word like crazy – asking questions and trying to learn more of how to be better and do the things that were pleasing in God’s sight; my prayer life was getting better and I was learning how to express myself when new feelings came to me so I wouldn’t let those things fester…. God was moving in my life and for once, I wasn’t standing in the way trying to direct how He did it!!! I started learning how to be genuinely thankful for everything in my life – even me not having a car, although inconvenient, I wasn’t complaining! I was grateful for when I had a ride and grateful when I didn’t. I prayed. I kept thanking God. I kept being faithful. And then one Friday morning…. Almost 6 months after totaling my car, I got a call while I was at work that let me know God ain’t never forgot about little ole Kiesh! I walked out of my job and was handed the keys to my new car! It wasn’t new in year but it was new to me, nice, clean and MINE!!!! I was in utter shock! I couldn’t even believe it. I never thought I would be getting blessed like this but here I was! I was speechless! Someone else might look at me driving Big Red (yes that’s her name) and think – that car is too big, that’s a man’s car but I cherish her! She’s mine and she was God’s gift to me!

It’s crazy that I can sit here and say that I will be 32 years old July 26th if the Lord blesses me to see it and the last year and a half of my life is the first time in EVER that I’ve experienced TRUE happiness! I look at the smile on my face in my pictures now and I see it’s genuine, from the inside, out! I could sit here and feel down because I spent literally all of my life allowing others and negativity to take away any goodness that came my way but God showed me – I allowed those things to happen to you so you could help someone find their way NOW! I could’ve taken my life. I could’ve kept searching for love in all the wrong places. I could have let men use me physically and financially just to have something BUT GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He had a plan all along and He has a plan for you too! He is not limited to one group of people. He loves you just like He loves me and He can help you just like He helped me but you gotta be ready to also help yourself! You won’t find help in another person, a pill bottle, a drink, etc.! You have to literally isolate yourself to find the problem and allow God to heal you of that problem. Is it an easy journey? NO! It is exhausting. It’s disturbing. It’s sad. But man, when the joy comes – it will all be worth it! I encourage all of you guys – if you’re dealing with self-esteem, pain from your past, weight issues, breakups, etc. BE HONEST ABOUT IT! SELF-HONESTY IS LIFE!!! If you have people in your life that laugh at you and judge you – they aren’t good for you. Get off social media. Spend some time with yourself. Find out where it stems from and KILL IT!!!! You cannot be healed from anything you won’t deal with! If you really care about yourself and your future – do the work now!!! Your lasting happiness is well worth being Broken, Beautifully!

Thank you guys for taking this FREEING journey with me!

There is more to come!

With Broken, Beautifulness,


Her Life!

She was afraid to look in the mirror, afraid of what she’d see.

All the things she hated about herself, eyes of insecurity.

She couldn’t see anything right, everything she saw was wrong.

It was hard to feel the meaning in life’s lyrics or grasp the beat of the song.

She hid behind a wall of emotions; a fake smile she would give.

To get out of bed became a task; it even became hard to live.

She was afraid that people would notice; afraid they’d laugh in her face.

So she’d make the jokes before them; the emptiness she felt she didn’t show a trace.

She ate to hide her sadness; she drank to dry her tears.

Becoming someone she never knew; a person she soon would fear.

She filled her life with chaos; everyday was a new door to strife.

Unhappiness grew throughout her being and she finally hated her life.

– Kiesh 💕

Every Wrong Made Right!

Tears of sadness and heartache spread down through the years; thoughts of suicide to relieve the pain and forget all my fears!

Feelings of loneliness grabbing tighter once the day turns night; something strong in the background saying “every wrong will be made right!”

Days get longer, nights get darker, it’s the same ‘ol routine; need someone to see my pain & hear my inner screams!

Yet the more I lose, the more I seem to fight; here’s that feeling telling me again “every wrong will be made right!”

“This is crazy! Why am I here?” I scream out in hurt! “Why was I born? I can’t do this! Just bury me in the dirt!”

“Don’t give up; it’ll get better!” But I can’t see it from their sight! It’s a nudge this time, “every wrong will be made right!”

Losing this, losing that! Lord, how can this be? This is getting so hard! But I can’t let anyone stop me!

“I see you, Kiesha! I’m here! I know those days gave you a fright! But know through your testimony others wrongs will be made right!”


– Kiesh