divalicious
UKChat Familiar
- Joined
- Nov 10, 2025
- Messages
- 39
- Reaction score
- 125
Allow me to reintroduce myself. My real name is Alexis,but the majority of people call me divalicious, and the l in the word goes with the greatest because I am the one who brings flavor wherever I go.
Life may not always be kind to me, but I retaliate by throwing glitter and having a smile on my face. It is enough for me to say from experience that I could write a trilogy filled with all my stressful moments and a gospel choir filled with all my heartbreaks and I am still standing here in my heels that make a sound louder than my problems.
A misconception that a person’s strength is reflected by their silence or being stoic is what most people believe, but in my case it is having lip gloss on and being sarcastic. I am able to cry three times during the night and still make an appearance by eight o’clock as if I have not just had a fight with the universe. Deadline for college, a mess at work, and chaos in life in general have made me skillful of the art of turning breakdowns into breakthroughs. You could put it this way that I am a pro at multitasking of emotions, that is to say, I am able to mourn, study, slay, survive, all before I have even had my lunch.
Life has taken away some of my dearest people and the pain that I feel is beyond what words can describe. Nevertheless, if there is one thing that losing people has taught me it is that love is not that which leaves. Love stays in the songs, the laughing, and even in the way the sun hits my face after a night full of tears. I carry them in me not only in every daring move but also in every breath that states I am still here.
I am not the type of a woman who quits when things get tough. I bring out a candle, play some soul music, and deliver a prayer that is mixed with a threat, try me. I have come to realize that healing is not always of the beautiful kind, and at times it can be messy, it can also be loud, and often it is simply me having a conversation with my coffee as if it were my therapist. But it is real.
Therefore, I affirm that, yes, I am tired, I have my flaws and I am a bit dramatic and still, I am magic. When all circumstances are against me, I am the woman who still keeps coming. I am the wildfire that dwindles but never goes out. And I will always come back with humor, style, and a bit of divine chaos regardless of how heavy the earth is.
It is not only that I survive. I am doing it in a divalicious manner.
Life may not always be kind to me, but I retaliate by throwing glitter and having a smile on my face. It is enough for me to say from experience that I could write a trilogy filled with all my stressful moments and a gospel choir filled with all my heartbreaks and I am still standing here in my heels that make a sound louder than my problems.
A misconception that a person’s strength is reflected by their silence or being stoic is what most people believe, but in my case it is having lip gloss on and being sarcastic. I am able to cry three times during the night and still make an appearance by eight o’clock as if I have not just had a fight with the universe. Deadline for college, a mess at work, and chaos in life in general have made me skillful of the art of turning breakdowns into breakthroughs. You could put it this way that I am a pro at multitasking of emotions, that is to say, I am able to mourn, study, slay, survive, all before I have even had my lunch.
Life has taken away some of my dearest people and the pain that I feel is beyond what words can describe. Nevertheless, if there is one thing that losing people has taught me it is that love is not that which leaves. Love stays in the songs, the laughing, and even in the way the sun hits my face after a night full of tears. I carry them in me not only in every daring move but also in every breath that states I am still here.
I am not the type of a woman who quits when things get tough. I bring out a candle, play some soul music, and deliver a prayer that is mixed with a threat, try me. I have come to realize that healing is not always of the beautiful kind, and at times it can be messy, it can also be loud, and often it is simply me having a conversation with my coffee as if it were my therapist. But it is real.
Therefore, I affirm that, yes, I am tired, I have my flaws and I am a bit dramatic and still, I am magic. When all circumstances are against me, I am the woman who still keeps coming. I am the wildfire that dwindles but never goes out. And I will always come back with humor, style, and a bit of divine chaos regardless of how heavy the earth is.
It is not only that I survive. I am doing it in a divalicious manner.
