Hi Peeps,
Sorry, it's been so long since I have posted. It seems like forever ago. I've been sitting here over the last couple of days trying to figure out why I am so upset over Whitney Houston's passing. Whitney and Michael Jackson are the only celebrity depths that have ever affected me as if they come to my house for Thanksgiving every year. Maybe I was just hormonal when Michael passed since I had recently given birth to my youngest. But last night, while watching Oprah's interview with Whitney for the second time, the tears just streamed.
I think I saw her for the first time. Not Whitney Houston the star, but Whitney Houston the person. The Mother, Daughter, Sister, Wife, Niece, Cousin, Sistergirlfriend. I wept, because I know what it's like to try to be everything to everyone else and then squeeze yourself in there. I know what it is like to be judged by people that know nothing about you and quite frankly would probably run screaming if they tried to spend a day in your shoes. I wept, because I was one of those who judged her and I know I couldn't have spent hours in her Christian Louboutins.
Not judging can be VERY HARD sometimes. But what if that was your Sister, Mother, Wife or Daughter? We need to protect and support one another and stop being the mean girl/boy. We can do better people.
Smooches,
Keli
What would you do if you weren't afraid?
