I’m Forty-One Years Young Today!

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 My horns are up and I’m ready to dig my heels deep into the dusts of the dirt to head off and take charge like a true bull in motion“. -latoya lawrence

Many people who come into contact with me usually think that I am younger than what I am when in actuality I am the one who is older than what they are.

And a few of these young and old ones alike find much of their self esteem heavily drenched in tones of foundation and excessive make-up thinking that they look good when in fact they do not, it is all inside of their heads, and then some people lying to them inspiring them to believe that they do indeed look good. It is funny and at the same time so sad to me.

I do not understand people of that nature because as I continue to get older I do not even care about my age and I don’t even focus on my looks because I am a natural beauty with a lot of confidence and ability who has never felt the need to artificially prolong my youth or the desire to cover myself up with the disgusting globs of any type of cosmetics.

For me it has consistently been about living pure and staying real, having peace and being happy and where there is a love and security from within there is a solid basis and an effervescence that will conclude from the essence that is without.

Spring and summer are my favorite type of year and season. I hate the winter and the fall. Not only do I love the spring but I was born in the spring.

It is very hard for me to believe the fact that I just turned forty-one considering the fact that I do not appear anything of such physically.

Mentally, though, I’ve always been and felt much older than within my ever present years.

In person, I still have that youthful and very attractive face-not saying that as one gets older that they are no longer pretty (some get even better with age some just get worse) but it is all in how one takes care of themselves along with the attribution of the genetic pool.

I still appear young and beautiful without even trying to be and I have the body that is both the combination of a little girl in between to a teenager and I love being naturally manufactured within that petite fashion.

My mother is an April Taurus and she had enjoyed her recent birthday we had spent the entire day out (she doesn’t look her age either).

birthdayAnd aside from the very few bits of trash-my late uncle, aunt, late great-grand mother and father’s side- that were unfortunately connected within the family we all age extremely well and have a great family lineage.

I am a May Taurus and what was so coincidental and harmonic was that one of my late pets “Brandie” was also a Taurus who had been born during the zodiacal structure of April as I had first gotten her six or seven weeks after her birth decades ago I had accurately calculated what her astrological sign was.

I long ago stopped celebrating my birthday at the age of twelve it became just another ordinary day to me.

I did not have to take a special day of the year to celebrate the significance of my being born when I could honor that event as a celebration of any time within my life.

And, also because I didn’t ask to come into a world that I did not at all agree with and also into a world that I had to share with other certain types of people who I had constantly hated and who I didn’t feel should have been given the breaths of life by being brought into any kind of existence to begin with (at least I was born with a gift to compensate for the inconvenience) yet it is another excuse to treat myself to some lovely extra self pampering around or on that specific day of the month when the moment does arrive if I occasionally get into that mood.

Happy Birthday Taurus:(https://ladylatoya.wordpress.com/2013/05/09/happy-birthday-taurus/)

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