I’m the only person I know who has had more tragedies, and, yes, self pity can sometimes creep in. I was raped by my own family members, I was infected on purpose, one of the times I got raped and fell pregnant, I recently got raped again, my mom thinks I’m an underachiever, the list goes on… but earlier this week when I was dwelling on my unfortunate life…it occurred to me, I have a choice. I can choose to wallow in pity and stay on anti depresants or I can get over it and move on. Not that getting over it is easy, but compared to self pity it’s a breeze. When you throw a pity party you are the only guest there. Ladies, lets love ourselves so that we can attract love, charity begins at home and all we have is now, today. Do you wanna spend it feeling sorry for yourself? I doubt it… dress up, wear a smile, and paint the town red if you want…because you can.