• UnPolished Juice About Me

    Before you get started reading away I’m going to suggest you light a candle, get into your favorite PJs, make yourself a cocktail of your choice and turn on “I love it” by Icona Pop because it’s the theme song to this section of the B L O G.

    W a i t…Before you go further, UnPolishedly Speaking I’m literally just a girl living for the first time in life. Ok Ya’ll?

    Besos Ya’ll

    XoXo, Stay Gold

    And Happy Reading (hope we’re still digital besties after this post)

UnPolished Stories Entering the Chat…

Brace yourselves because I’m about to U N L O C K Pandoras Box with a few UnPolished Stories about myself.

  • True confessions of an 18 Yr Old Brain :About a month before I left for Basic Military Training my Branch of Service underwent a uniform change. I will never forget looking at that magazine with what looked like tiger stripes and thinking umm what is this and where is the C A M O F L A U G E Uniform? I honestly contemplated not joining. I spent an entire year visualizing myself in the camoflauge uniform and marauders combat boots. This was not a part of the plan. I quietly asked myself “I wonder how I would look in the Army’s Uniform.” .(LaughOutLoud) (insert slapping face emoji)

  • MY CHINATOWN STORY :When I was 18 I got stationed in New Jersey as my first military assignment. Far from home living wild young and f r e e. One saturday my girls and I hopped onto the NJ Transit and rode it into Penn Station to hit up Chinatown for PURSES of course. We met up a with a lady who had asked us if we wanted to look at her “Pocketbooks” in a van and without thinking, blinking or hesitating I jumped so fast in that van to look for my Chanel Dupe of my Dreams. Thank God I had two friends who were more level headed than me and yelled at me while checking to make sure no one was in the driver seat of that van. Another UnPolished moment for the books and in fact I did not buy the Chanel dupe of my dreams that night.

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  • My first Yoga Session: God Bless my first Yoga Studio. The first studio i visted was not new age trendy studio but a more serious studio. There was no talking on the floor. I failed to read the sign when I had walked in. Invited by a new friend I was beyond excited to be there and finally try out this infamous “y o g a” everyone would always talk about on all the blogs and shows I would watch. Me as soon as i get into the studio “ hey steph thanks for inviting me omg this is so awesome do you like my..” Steph w h i s p e r i n g “we’re not supposed to talk shh.” The entire time I was trying not to laugh, I was trying to just to focus AND I remember thinking omg what is my Texas UnProgressive & UnPolished mother going to say about me showing up here tonight. To top it off I still did learn my lesson from before class and was still trying to talk to Steph afterwards and was told to Shh the second time. There was NO TALKING ON THE FLOOR!

  • Skipping School for Hair Appointments: Growing I always had a short bob (like T-Boz) and my mother was religious with how often I had to go get it cut. We never skipped an appointment or delayed it. She would literally pull me out of school if my hairstylist couldn’t squeeze me in for an appointment after school or on the weekends when my hair was starting to get too long. I remember one time she pulled me out of school to go to my appointment and when I got to the front office she was arguing with the front office. Still this day I can visualize her saying “you messed with the wrong one today!” and I can still hear her telling the lady “well we don’t skip hair appointments and this is the only time she can get Courtney in and she will not be back for the rest of the school day.” My mother is a legend take notes if you must because I’m good at writing but I cannot make this up!

Besos Ya’ll, XoXo

Stay Gold

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