Do you love your feet? Do something for me, please. I want you to remove your shoes, your socks, and…
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You know when you read a book, and once you’ve put it down, you’re still thinking about it, yeah? Well,…
“I posted my last Bookshelf Update post alllll the way back in November of last year, but with the mountains…
After reading Nikki’s memoir I was lost for words. What a remarkable woman, I thought, and oh so courageous! To…
#Repost @fatisnotanadjective with @repostapp ・・・ Today’s theme for self love boot camp is flashback Friday. Usually the idea of this…
It’s so easy to miss the signs and symptoms of an eating disorder. I know, because I had one for…
Being broke, frustrated, and uncertain about the future wasn’t such a bad thing. The ball was in my corner; I…
On February 28th, from 11am to 1pm, myself, along with many other prominent leaders, will be speaking at the Omni…
The other evening, I had just sat down to a nice dinner with a newly acquainted colleague at a posh…
Nearly seven years ago, I was living in New York City, modeling, and battling several mental illnesses. My mother and…
Many years ago I opened up to one of my modeling agents in Miami about my chronic struggle with bulimia.…
It’s been one of my life’s missions to fight for the rights of children who have been sexually abused, because,…
“We have to keep the pressure on,” said former model Nikki DuBose, who was sexually abused as a child. “I…
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“I’ve been reading the recently released memoir of Nikki Dubose called Washed Away: From Darkness to Light. I sense so…
God’s Love is so awesome. It has the power to heal and restore even the most damaged, bitter heart. His…
“Nikki DuBose’s eating disorder that began in childhood was exacerbated by her high-profile modeling career, but the tragic death of…
I want to share this poem by Bettie B. Youngs. When I was thirteen my mother was living in a…