This story was submitted anonymously to the She Dream Warrior blog. These are the exact words of the author.
Dreams are meant to be broken right?
All my life I thought I was living short of what was expected of me, even though everyone around me told me I was extraordinary. Some days I wonder why me..why am I in a single parent home? Why did I get raped and there was no justice served? Why am I so smart and still can’t find what my true passion is? There were so many whys and not enough answers. Until one day I broke down and said that no longer would I be the victim. I would stand and step by step master every passion I had, instead of just picking one and leaving others behind. Then another day came when God sent me my real passion. His destiny for me is to take all the “I love you’s” that I didn’t hear from my dad, the pain I felt when I lost the love of my life my grandmother, without truly enjoying her, the tears I shed the days I feared for my life after my rape and give to a person who has done me no harm. Shortly, my new passion and dream will come in the form of a beautiful baby girl, who I will love with no pretenses, boundaries or restriction. I’ll give her every ounce of me and from her born day on..her dreams will be my dream. And that’s one that I vow to never break.
ANONYMOUS
This story was submitted to She Dream Warrior by Miss Autumn Hobbs, amazing upcoming fashion designer. These are the exact words of the storyteller.
My name is Autumn Hobbs; I am the founder of V. Mary about to launch this upcoming fall online and one day open boutiques worldwide. Since I was younger and especially now I am greatly inspired by timeless and classic apparel. That of 40s and 50s designers like Mademoiselle Coco Chanel are among my favorite. Her ability to make her own stamp on fashion in such a male dominant time really inspired me to be innovative and out of the norm with my designs.
I sew not because everyone else is creating a line, but I do it because I have a dream and passion for this craft where if I was not making a dime I would still be happy. I want my brand to become an international trademark that sets trends and does not follow them, I want my story to inspire young girls who want to make it in this industry. My message to the world is that you can be different and still be accepted.
Lastly, I want to inform everyone that I have had many people negative people in my space who were not at all in my corner, I have had people criticizes me, people say that I just need to settle for a 9 to 5, and had people say that I was too different, but the best thing I have ever done is ignore them. The greatest gift you can give to someone who constantly doubts you is to simply prove them wrong ! Never, ever let people determine your success. Only YOU can decide whether or not how successful you will be, but remember “A wish without action is just a dream”.
— Miss Autumn Hobbs
Please follow me on twitter for new updates throughout the summer about the line, which is in its finishing stage. @_iMademoiselle.
This story was submitted to the She Dream Warrior blog anonymously. These are the exact words of the author.
HI,
Saw your tweet about “send your story.” I know it was intended for women but ive been needing to vent for a while and im not one to damper the mood of the general public with my sob story. I lost my mother on March 18th and today was the first and toughest mothers day without her. I have seriously been a wreck all day and im still very upset with the way things happened. Of course i get from people the typical “shes in a better place” or “god doesnt make mistakes” but i cant agree that these statments are enough for someone who lived a healthy and active life.
I have two younger siblings (12 year old brother and 4 year old sister) who are also devastated by this as well as my dad. In short she passed away from a brain aneyurism and it was sudden, she had only experienced bad headaches for a few days, went to the doctor, and was told that everything was normal. At this point she figured it was stress related and went to her favorite place (Spa Sydell). She passed at the spa while I was in Savnanah at work on St. Patricks Day during our spring break. I had spoken to her 2 days prior, made a few jokes, and asked if she needed anything, she simply said “just come home”. My manager at my job wouldnt let me off so i got a call from my dad saying that she was gone. I refused to believe it at first. I was still at work of course and didnt leave to go home until the next morning.
On my way to atlanta my dad called me and said “dont go home, come to the hospital”, i was confused as to why i needed to do this because she had passed the day before. Turns out she was on life support , heart beating, and breathing but brain dead. I sat there and held her hand for over and hour begging god or whoever could help to allow her to at least wake up and tell me goodbye, it never happened. My best friend who knows me better than i know myself is no longer here and the hard truth is the only thing i can do is remember all the times we had from her beating my ass from doing stupid things to us drinking at the bars together. I seldom am allowed the chance to show any weakness, especially around my fam because i know that they need me. If you read this, thanks for listening, if not, well just typing it made me feel a little better.
Sometimes, I get those flashbacks. You know, the ones you hate to remember? I don`t get `em as much as before but, the feelings what I remember most. It was that feeling of being dirty, ugly inside, feeling not worth living life anymore. Many years I been playing the blame game. I used to blame God for so many years. I trusted NOBODY & hated everyone, including everything that was labeled to be a beautiful something, someone, an item, and even things that are part of nature.
I too have been a victim of molestation from the age of 6 to my teenage years. Everything that has happen`d to me that wasn`t supposed to, happen`d to me. I was exposed when I wasn`t ready, my purity was stolen, dreams been shot, I learned hatred, I learned ugliness, I learned to thief. These things were forced upon me at a young age. Now that I`m older and more wiser, I`ve finally made that step to build a relationship with God & accepted him into my life. I`ve learned to forgive, to love, to be patient, to listen, happiness & to be strong. That is what makes everything easy, knowing that I have survived. I am that much stronger. I am free from what used to imprison my mind, seduce body, hurt my heart, & damage my soul. I forgive those who have done me wrong as well as asked forgiveness from those whom I deceived in the past. Revenge is a unnecessary bitch. My stupid crazy days are over, I am grown with a mind of my own. I know my rights from wrongs. I am that much wiser. From now on, I will let no man take me from me — anymore. I am free from all the bull shit.
