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etting my nails done, and my hair looked picture-perfect. My man TRENT kept calling my best friend Layla to see what I liked for my party, so I pretty much planned the whole thin

, but beauty is pain, right? I was wearing the dress my mama picked out and said would slim me down. My mama was always trying to get me to los

I loved who I am. My mama would never be caught dead in just a t-shirt and jeans. I have never once in all my thirty years seen my mama when she wasn

man much to her mother's dismay. She told me I didn't need to go to college or work and that I needed to find a rich man who would support me. My mama's way of thinki

ly put a ring on it. I found a ring box in his coat pocket so that's why I'm taking the extra time to look so good. We have been together

re I keep this man happy and talking about how I am going to have to quit my job. There was no way I was do

d that ring on my finger there would be no peace. My mama would be in full-on wedding mode and would be on a whole other level with her craziness. After all, it won't

th my mama and clear my head. I couldn't listen to the kind of music I liked around my mama and Tr

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ld be able to give her the kind of life I wanted for her. She was about to get that ring and have her man on lockdown. Trent ha

what most people called an ugly child. I had a nappy mop of hair, and glasses, and was scrawny. My mom would tell me every day how disap

rive to always be the best and have the best. I must always look perfect, so I never

to get her to realize that Mama knows best. Once she did everything came into place. Now I couldn't wait to plan