A Gift

My boo said something so positive about me the other night while he had a drink or two in his system. He said, "You are beautiful and that smile can light up a room. You have a great personality and sense of humor. You have...a gift." That was the sweetest thing someone has pointed out about me in awhile.

The last person to pay me a compliment was my mom's last PCP in the beginning of the year, who said I have a beautiful smile and that I'm good with my mom (in taking her to her doctor's appointments). I mean, who else is going to do it? My dad used to but he's gone.

I'm glad my boo realized that I can make a difference in people's lives. A part of me thought he would be threatened by it especially when it came to posting my singing and dancing videos on Instagram. I deleted Instagram because there were more negative things on there than positive, and I wanted to kick the habit; the addiction; the doom scrolling.

Plus, I have a bigger platform and reach with YouTube and TikTok. I mean, I'm sure a lot of people are threatened by my light. It's something they're not used to when they are used to being surrounded by toxicity. Can't blame them but can't condone bad behavior either, right?

That gift I get from my mom because I'm more like her: dynamic and funny. She's a hoot. She had me cracking up all day with her jokes and her dancing. I love her! That's my best friend. She's my number one fan. I would be nothing without her, and God knows it's true.