Here's to Being Black, Bold, and Broke
JUSQU’ICI, TOUT VA BIEN
– LA HAINE (1995)
Welcome to Here’s to being Black, Bold and Broke, a personal blog created by myself – Raven. This blog in its essence will act as my little Bible where I discuss my experiences of being a young 23 year old bold Black woman who is admittedly very broke, especially in this economy. I’m going to discuss everything under the sun, my delusions, desires, and dreams. Dating, fashion, my opinions, finding myself and so much more! I also write poetry so keep an eye out for the occasional poem. Thanks for joining me on this ride, your support and love! Xx
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This post will be a bit more vulnerable and for those past, present, (and inevitably) future heart broken souls. I write this now being almost 3 months out of a 5 year relationship and have been experiencing the ups and downs of what it means to be heartbroken. Now heartbreak looks different for everyone, and
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Girls, girls, girls, oh how I love my girls. My friendships with women especially in more recent years and really since my departure to France have meant the world to me. Truly without the love from my friends, I have no clue where I’d be. But I struggled with making strong female friendships when I
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It’s easy to be French if you can shorten every word down to a single syllable, bear the smell of the stinkiest cheeses, drink more wine and coffee than water and carry as many baguettes as possible in your hands (max I’ve seen is 6). Starting a new life in a new city is hard
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Introducing myself is hard, it’s like doing those awkward icebreakers in a room full of strangers. Sharing your basic information and a forced random not long enough thought out fact, like “Hi, my name is Raven. I’m 22 years old, my favorite color is yellow and a random fact about me is I went skydiving
Here's to Being Black, Bold, and Broke 