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I took Lucy with me to run errands today and I stopped at the drive through at Dunkin Donuts to get a coffee before I headed home. Normally when I stop anywhere Lucy crawls over me because she gets so excited when she sees new people, so I had to push her back a little. The lady at the window was so hesitant to open it and then finally she cracked the window and said “she’s cute, but is she good?” I guarantee if Lucy was a Golden Retriever or a lab there would not have been that hesitation. Pit Bulls have the worst stereotype and it makes me so sick. This only reassures me that I did the right thing adopting her and I promise I will find a way to get the world to stop bullying my breed.
"You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going."
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"Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself."
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I don’t even feel like I have friends anymore.
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This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
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Betty Broadbent was born on November 1, 1909 in Philadelphia.
Her interest in tattooing began at the early age of fourteen. It was then she met Jack Redcloud while working as a nanny in Atlantic City. Redcloud introduced her to his tattoo artist, Charlie Wagner. In 1927 Wagner, alongside several other tattoo artists, including: Tony Rhineagear, Joe Van Hart and Red Gibbons would tattoo a bodysuit of over 565 tattoos on Broadbent.
On May 3, of 1939 the New York Times would quote Broadbent stating, “It hurt something awful, but it was was worth it.” In the same year, Broadbent began exhibiting her art with the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus. While working in a side show in 1939, Broadbent challenged the traditional views of beauty for women during the 1930s by participating in a beauty pageant at the World’s Fair.
Alongside exhibiting her art, Broadbent tattooed others herself. She worked in shops across the country including spaces located in Montreal, San Francisco and New York. She also spent time working for independent circuses in both New Zealand and Australia. When she returned home to the United States, she continued performing and traveling in a side show until she retired in 1967.
Betty Broadbent is regarded as the most photographed tattooed lady of the 20th century. In 1981, Broadbent was the first person to be inducted into the Tattoo Hall of Fame.
Betty Broadbent died in Florida on March 28, 1983 (x)
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I spent this year as a ghost and I’m not sure where home is anymore.
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Happy Wednesday!
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