Our project has finally landed! If a major highlight of your day has been to rip off your underwire bra as soon as possible than this is for you! Finally, you can have a sigh of relief from wearing your bra, not just from taking it off. My dear friend @RenataMBlack has taken years to develop an answer to the age old problem of painful metal wires that we’ve been made to accept wearing since its inception in 1913. Now we’re super excited to launch @joineby‘s Pain-Free T-Shirt Bra powered by Smart Silicone Tec, a game-changing innovation that gives you the lift and support of a wire without one. No metal. No digging. Just a fresh approach that conforms to you, not the other way around, molding to your unique body shape. It’s a joy to wear something designed with comfort in mind. When EBY asked what else have we been wired to accept that doesn’t serve us, the disheartening answers came pouring in raising more questions about normalized discomfort and having options to challenge those norms: “I was wired to accept – that saying “no” makes me difficult to love -that I should downplay my achievements to make others comfortable -that my pleasure is not a priority – self-care is selfish, and indulgent” and “comfort and ease are a luxury only a few can experience”. We can totally have support, not only without sacrifice, but also while lifting up others. Renata has always made microloans a part of EBY’s journey to better support women the world round which was what first brought me on board as a collaborator and investor in her company. Real social impact should be what’s normalized at the core of every company and industry. I hope you’ll join us on this mission. Break-free. Make the switch. Use my code: ROSARIO20 for 20% off …! #painfreetshirtbra #EBYxRosario #smartsiliconetec #tshirtbra #maketheswitch #breakfree #ad
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Today makes 19 years since Clerks II was released in theaters! #clerks #clerks2 #kevinsmith #jayandsilentbob
Isabel II… I called you Mami because that’s what your 5 children called you at home until I was taught to call you Mima. My Mima. You’d have been 90 today… The world is a better, blessed place for the 75 years you graced us with your presence. So palpably does your love and spirit ever still resonate. You were my favorite person and I’m so grateful to have loved and been loved by you in this lifetime. My tears are my ceremony and my ritual. Surrendering just as you let go and let God. I love you. To infinity plus 1. Mi Reina. When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
Isabel II… I called you Mami because that’s what your 5 children called you at home until I was taught to call you Mima. My Mima. You’d have been 90 today… The world is a better, blessed place for the 75 years you graced us with your presence. So palpably does your love and spirit ever still resonate. You were my favorite person and I’m so grateful to have loved and been loved by you in this lifetime. My tears are my ceremony and my ritual. Surrendering just as you let go and let God. I love you. To infinity plus 1. Mi Reina. When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
Isabel II… I called you Mami because that’s what your 5 children called you at home until I was taught to call you Mima. My Mima. You’d have been 90 today… The world is a better, blessed place for the 75 years you graced us with your presence. So palpably does your love and spirit ever still resonate. You were my favorite person and I’m so grateful to have loved and been loved by you in this lifetime. My tears are my ceremony and my ritual. Surrendering just as you let go and let God. I love you. To infinity plus 1. Mi Reina. When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
Isabel II… I called you Mami because that’s what your 5 children called you at home until I was taught to call you Mima. My Mima. You’d have been 90 today… The world is a better, blessed place for the 75 years you graced us with your presence. So palpably does your love and spirit ever still resonate. You were my favorite person and I’m so grateful to have loved and been loved by you in this lifetime. My tears are my ceremony and my ritual. Surrendering just as you let go and let God. I love you. To infinity plus 1. Mi Reina. When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
Isabel II… I called you Mami because that’s what your 5 children called you at home until I was taught to call you Mima. My Mima. You’d have been 90 today… The world is a better, blessed place for the 75 years you graced us with your presence. So palpably does your love and spirit ever still resonate. You were my favorite person and I’m so grateful to have loved and been loved by you in this lifetime. My tears are my ceremony and my ritual. Surrendering just as you let go and let God. I love you. To infinity plus 1. Mi Reina. When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
