You keep coming back to the same thing.
Same thought. Same obsession.

Stop waiting, give me a reason to give more.

You keep coming back to the same thing.
Same thought. Same obsession.

Stop waiting, give me a reason to give more.

You don’t just look at my toes… 
You sit there longer than you should, thinking about them more than you want to admit.

I will always practice self-care and treat myself like the Queen I am.

Pedicures, nails, massage

I will never settle for less. Now, go cover these for Mommy like a good little boy. 

Seriously. I don’t care what you want.

Your money was never yours.
You just needed someone to make that obvious.

Your place isn’t next to me.

It’s under whatever I decide is worth my attention that day.

And most of the time, that’s not you.

I want more.

Figure it out.

I don’t know why some of you think watching quietly counts as effort.

It doesn’t.

I deal with grown adults every day who need the same thing explained twice and still don’t get it.

Then they wonder why nothing in their life improves.
That’s not bad luck. That’s a pattern of personal neglect.

Be better.

What do you actually think makes you worth my attention?

You’re already looking.

That’s your level.

You expect attention, but there’s nothing about you that actually earns it.

No presence, no effort, no reason to notice you.
And you still act surprised when you’re ignored.

You’re either paying attention, or you’re already irrelevant.

What do you think separates the ones I notice from the ones I don’t?

Most of you don’t get ignored because you’re unlucky. You get ignored because there’s nothing about you that stands out enough to matter.

Some of you are learning.

It’s always obvious who thought about me before I even logged on.

And who didn’t.

It’s Sunday, so pour into my collection plate.

I don’t lose interest slowly.

It’s immediate.

One wrong move, one moment of hesitation, and you’re already not worth the time it took to notice you.

It’s always obvious who actually understands their place and who’s just pretending they deserve one.

The ones who talk the most are usually the ones with the least to offer.

And it shows immediately.

You’re not hard to figure out.
You’re just predictable.

You don’t actually want attention.
You want structure, direction, and someone to decide things for you because you’re not capable of doing it yourself.

And somehow you still think you should be approached instead of proving you’re worth it.

Some of you wake up already behind.
The difference is, I notice.

You can look.
Just don’t confuse that with access.

I don’t chase attention.
I decide who earns it.

Some of you wake up already behind and don’t even realize it.

You don’t get ignored by accident.
You just didn’t do enough to matter.

It’s always the ones with nothing to offer that expect the most attention.

Thick Thigh Thursday.

I’m proud of mine, what about you?