Krysty Del

Apologies for the delay I was dealing with a lot last week. My mother was right about something.  Now, my mother is like a broken clock, meaning she's seldom right however, I had to call and tell her she was right. I could hear her glowing through the phone. I had to knock her down a peg, she was not right about everything but her judgment of a few people in my life was correct. Now when it comes to career and life... I will pass on the advice but friendships and my love life she has a sixth sense. My mom has met most of important significant others and friends that lasted any sort of time over 9 months and for the most part she doesn't hate everyone, but there were a few in my life she has told me NOT THEM. NOT THEM? Not them? Not them? How? That's my girl or he really loves me. She will shake her head and tell me to watch your back around that one, you will see. Now, I will admit I have this same innate ability when it comes to people I care about. I will get this little ...

You all have been very good with respecting my boundaries as of late and I thought I would give you a treat. Here are three stories of the most random dates I ever had...  First up we have the Toothless Minion. Yes. You read that correctly I will preface this by saying it was 2010 and it was my year of yes. I was trying to get out of my own way, so any invitation I received I accepted it. I will say, I had some fun, but I also got myself into quite a few precarious situations.  It was dusk and I was walking down Lake Street in Chicago, just passing the expressway. A car pulls up and stops next to me. I couldn't really see his face. He was very nice and didn't ask for my number. He said would I like to go for coffee, I told him I was busy but maybe the next day. He said okay 5pm, the Starbucks on Halsted. I'll meet you there and I agree.  The next day, I go to the Starbucks promptly at 5pm. I get myself a chai latte and I sit at a table and start reading a fashion magazine...

When I say never, I mean just that... never. Which says a lot about the types of people I chose to date.  Let's define a healthy relationship. I see it as one where there is give and take. I have your back and you have mine. There is trust, communication, loyalty, and most of all understanding. We don't hide each other, however we keep things between us. Everyone should know I am your girl, but not just in name only. Not just one who make loving posts about each other, but are actually loving. Those that choose to love you evryday, in your love language even when it is difficult. Those who apologize but would never outwardly try to cause you harm or embarrassment. The kind where you don't even realize how long its been because who counts time when you are having a good time. But also during those rainy days and hard nights, they don't leave. They hold your hand through the storm and love you regardless... I have had non-toxic moments, months even. But an actual healthy ...

I haven't felt like myself in a long time and for the first time in years, I feel renewed and awake and happy. I thought I would take advantage of the lift out of the fog of depression and reintroduce myself. 1.Where did I grow up? Chicago, Woodlawn to be exact. My Instagram handle is Kurlykrysbchi... I will always be part of the Chi. 2. What's the most Midwest thing about me? Hmmm. The fact that I can pronounce Illinois correctly? I add an S on the end of proper store names: Jewels, Walgreens? My love of Portillos? The way I turn up my nose at everyone else's downtown? I say pop instead of soda? I say gym shoes, instead of sneakers? You choose. 3. Where do I currently live? Rural Arizona... send prayers! I'm afraid of everything and the thorns have destroyed 3 pairs of Adidas gym shoes. 4. Best friend? I have a few and they will always be my friends. I have in innate ability to always make an amazing friend. If only I had that same discernment when it came to dating.  ...

I was listening to one of my favorite podcasts, "Okay Now Listen" and Sylvia Obell was sharing her story about her struggle with weight. I related to it so much, as I have struggled with my weight my whole life and as I share more pictures of myself on the internet, it opens me up to more comments from strangers. Some can be kind and some can be not so kind. One compliment sits strangely with me. They called me beautiful, and I’m not saying this as a humble brat of sorts but, this word is foreign to me.  Since I was a kid, I have been chubby with an overbite. I have had in shape moments, skinny moments, but I have pretty much always been chubby with big hair, and teeth that don't meet. This is my truth and has been my entire life. With that said, I have only ever heard the word beautiful with quantifiers. That outfit is beautiful, your makeup is beautiful, you look beautiful today but never have I heard a human utter you are beautiful. Okay not never but I can count on 1 ...

 A PWI didn't prepare for me for America like I thought it would. Continued...  I thought I was going to a prestigious school would have prepared me for anything. Meaning I would come out sharp, smart, and ready to take on the world. I thought I would learn more than my counterparts and in a few years, I would be a Vice President, or even have my own small company. Instead, I was prepared alright, prepared for a lifelong uphill battle and I don't even think I have made it off the ground yet.  Every position thereafter has been more of the same. White men and women take credit for my ideas, tattle to bosses for every small mistake I make, lie on me, and soon or later after I am used up, I am let go for not fitting into the company culture. I want to say I realize it now. I did myself a disservice by going to a PWI. I see my Spellman sisters and Howard University Alums and how they love on each other and I am jealous! I want that! I want to be excited about Homecoming weeke...