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Liebster Award Nomination

Huge thank you to The Teen Queen  for nominating me! 💜💜

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I love her friendly writing style and the amazing tips she shares. (Like the lip scrub recipe! Personal fave.) She posts plenty of quick and easy food ideas that actually taste great. Looking forward to more posts from The Teen Queen. Keep slaying babe.  ❤

Let’s dive right in.

1. If you could travel anywhere in the world right now, where would you go? Why? 

There are so many places I’d love to see but I’d say my top destination would be France. I’m so embarrassed to say that my sole motivation to go to France is that movie about a cooking rat. Ratatouille. I love French the language, as well as the culture and country. I love the book How To Be Parisian Wherever You Are, the French have an air of sophistication and elegant simplicity I would love to master.


2. Why did you decide to start blogging?

I started my blog when I was 15, I’m now 19. Back then I needed somewhere to share my ideas and thoughts and get feedback. Now blogging has also become about archiving all my experiences as well as connecting with new people.

3. What was the happiest moment of your life?

The happiest moment of my life? I have no answer hahaaa.

4. If you could describe yourself in only five words, which ones would you choose?

Opinionated, Forgiving, Selfish, Creative, Enthusiastic

5. What is your favourite drink?

Liqui Fruit Cranberry Cooler

6. What is your favourite song right now?

The theme song for the cartoon series  6teen.


7. If you could go back in time and change something from your past, what would it be?

Nothing. Everything that I’ve ever done or that has happened to me has shaped me into who I am. I wouldn’t change a thing.

8. What is your dream job?

Working as a writer and film director. I really want a director’s chair with “Rafaelle” on the back of it.

9. Are you a dog or cat person?

Cat. Cat. Cat. Love cats. 💜

10. Do you prefer memes or quotes?

Memes definitely.

I’d like to nominate the following amazing new bloggers





What is the Liebster Award?

It’s an award given by bloggers to show appreciation and spread blog love! ❤ The German word liebster is loosely translated as “valued”

Here are the rules:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.
  2. Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a liebster award image.
  3. Write a 150-300 word post about your favourite blog that is not your own. Explain why you like the blog, provide links.
  4. Provide 10 random facts about yourself. ( optional.)
  5. Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 200 followers.
  6. List these rules in your post. Once you have written and published it, you then have to: Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post or mine if you don’t have all the information so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!)
  7. You should answer the questions from the blogger who nominate you. Then, you should ask 10 questions
Questions for the bloggers
  1. Who is your biggest inspiration in life?
  2. If you could do any  job, what would you do?
  3. What is one food you can’t stand?
  4. What is your favorite genre?
  5. What is your favorite animal ?
  6. What’s your favorite hobby?
  7.  It’s time for a vacation! Who’s your travel partner?
  8. What is your life motto?
  9.  What advice would you give your younger self?
  10.  What is one thing you love about yourself?

10 Things Young Creatives Should Know

Grab a cup, we are spilling creativi-tea!


[Let’s pretend that was hilariously funny]

I had the pleasure of collaborating with the amazing Zoey from for this advice post. Jump in.

There’s no exact formula to winning when it comes to this stuff. But we’ve come up with a bunch of things that successful creators seem to flow with:

  •  Don’t trade honesty for relatability.

Not everyone will love your work or agree with it. Whether you make music, write poetry, or are a makeup artist. You have to keep it 100% you. People can always tell when you’re trying too hard to please them. It feels forced and lacks your unique style and charm. So stay honest to your brand of creativity.

  • Be a sponge…literally

Soak it all in. If you find an inspiration, hold on to it. Keep absorbing people’s work and things that remind you of your ultimate goal. There’s nothing as motivating as looking up to people who do what you do and have become successful at it.

  • Challenge yourself!

It’s easy to get comfortable when you get good at one thing. Don’t sell yourself short! There’s always a way to be better than the last time. Every time you sit down to work, challenge yourself to produce greater things.

  • There will always be losses


You can’t avoid it. Sometimes stuff just won’t play out the way you want it to. You set out on a project, and before you’re even halfway through, you’re screaming “I should never have done this” That’s normal. You just have to move on from it. Don’t stay stuck.

  •  Find your happy place

Our environments affect us in the most obvious ways. If you’re not feeling up to it when it comes to your work, switch up the scene. You need to have an environment where your creative energy flows. Filter out whatever stops you from doing what you need to.



  • Build a network when you start out

    As a young creative you have to build a network for your creative talent. It may be scary  to interact with other people but it will assist you in the long run. You have to go out of your way to go to events where you can meet people who share similar aspirations. It could be fashion events, expos, cultural events, makeup or dance events. Talk to the people you meet and chances are you could meet people who will love your work, back you up and work with you in the future.

  • Self promote your talent

    I cannot stress this enough, when you’re a young creative- you have to share your content on social media. Self promoting may sound like a total pain but its always a great idea to share your talents. Share your content on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Snapchat. The good part is you get to reach potential clients or people interested in your work, the more your promote your own content.

    fight the doubts
  • Trust the process and be patient

    When you’re a young creative you may see other creative’s instantly getting successful and you want to reach that same level as them. Now stop right there, you shouldn’t compare yourself to the next creative- you are completely unique and immensely talented in your own lane. So enjoy your journey and keep sharpening your skills and promoting your work as you will get different opportunities as you progress. Keep your head up.

  • Sharpen your talents!

    Sometimes you get stuck and don’t know what to do but you feel like you need to create something. Well, you should join some classes or workshops to improve your skills. So go book that art class or makeup class or dance class or workshop and get your groove on because you most likely could learn something new that makes you stand out from other creatives!

  • Don’t be afraid to step out of your box

    Now it may sound frightening, “stepping out of the box” but it actually could be really helpful. To improve your skills you could probably try new art material such as charcoal or colic markers for your pieces, practice a new style of dance like ballet, its never too late to  work with a photographer you like on a photoshoot. You don’t have to abandon your own style, just try it in different ways that help you grow.

University Advice

To the Ones Who Don’t Know

This one goes out to those of you with no idea. No idea what you’re doing at your chosen university. No idea what you’re going to major in. No idea what or who you want to be when you graduate and are forced to enter the real world. This one is for you, because I know; I’ve been there.

When I started college, I just had no clue what the next four to five years would hold. I joined the marching band (fantastic decision), I was part of the Honors Program (horrible decision), but I didn’t have a major. And I wouldn’t have one for three full semesters.

When I finally did decide on one, I did so because I just really needed to, and I chose Creative Writing because I liked it. That was it. I didn’t have any idea what I was going to do with it, but I liked it and that’s all that mattered at the moment. I did do myself a favor, though, and tacked on a minor in Mass Communications. I had taken one class and thought it seemed interesting, so I figured, why not.

All was good and well for a while, too. That is, until one day when I was talking to my dad and he, being a very practical, left-brained type of person, was hounding me on what I was going to do with my degree. And of course, I had no idea.

Shortly thereafter, he convinced me to double major; to turn my Mass Comm. minor into a Public Relations major. I didn’t know it yet, but it turned out to be the perfect course of study for me, even if it added on an extra semester. Who really wants to leave after just four years, anyway?

I realize that double majoring is not for everyone and some programs are just so much on their own that it would be insane to add on a second one, but I think it should considered by everyone before making any final decisions.

I usually tell people that Creative Writing was my fun major and Public Relations, my practical one. Though I enjoyed both of them, my creative writing workshops were my favorite classes in my entire four and a half years. I would not trade them for anything, even though they probably won’t help too much in my future jobs. However, they weren’t pointless either, mind you.

My “fun major” was the one that kept me going. Not every class is going to be thrilling in any course of study (Research Methods for Public Relations? Blegh.), but I knew that every week I could look forward to my fiction classes. We were always a small class, full of lively conversation and lots of laughs. Reading my peers’ stories or trying to finish mine at two in the morning was my lifeblood—the academic force that pushed me through the week. Not all of my other classes were miserable, of course, but there was only a handful that I would say I was truly passionate about.

I also feel like having a double major gave me a bit of a step up. I don’t know for sure, but I would think that if a potential employer saw that someone took the initiative to take on a second course of study, they would be pretty impressed that they were not only knowledgeable in one subject, but two. Mine also worked out particularly well because PR already required some writing skills, and I just enhanced them. In interviews after I graduated, I had several interviewers say they were intrigued by my writing background. That’s a big part of why I got the job I have now!

Someday working in a field where I can use the two fields together is my dream. And it could be yours, too, if you’re torn between two fields. Or if you’re like my dad and just think your passion won’t actually make you any money.

Be careful, if you are considering a second major, though. It takes determination and a lot of hard work. Some semesters I had insane amount of assignments (usually all due within the same two-day span), but it gave me the opportunity to develop some Superwoman-esque organizational skills and I was still able to work and participate in campus activities.

I did face a couple of scheduling issues throughout my time as a double major, but my professors and advisors were all great and worked with me to make sure I got the most out of both programs. Double the majors, double the chances of having fantastic faculty.

Like I said before, double majoring isn’t for everyone, but for me, with my personality and everything, it was the perfect decision. The extra work paled in comparison to the opportunity to pursue two areas of interest and the experience I gained on both fronts.

So, how do you know if it’s for you? Well, you should have a passion for both, or at least a pretty good reason why you want to pursue both, and you should be confident that you can handle the stress that comes with the extra work. Don’t think you’re married to both of them, either. You can always drop one, or switch to a minor, if it doesn’t work out for whatever reason.

Whether you are just starting out and have no idea what your future in college holds for you or you’ve been in school for a while and the idea of double-majoring is barely in the back of your mind, feel free to reach out me with any questions you have. I am always happy to share my experiences with others and help you sort through your options!

Megan is the jack of all trades for Tribe Twenty One. She is on the editorial team, one of the content writers, and works on the social media side. She is a recent graduate of Murray State University where she double majored in Creative Writing and Public Relations. Her love of words and literature can be seen in scrawled handwriting filling dozens of notebooks and her ever-increasing book collection

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Confessions of A ‘Melanin Queen’

No one will say it but the truth is those primary school jokes about being dark skinned really​ shaped how we saw ourselves.

Back then there wasn’t even a nice word for it. You weren’t dark skinned. There was no #melanin. You were just black.. period. And being black meant being ugly.

So you sat there and laughed with the people that made jokes about YOUR skin. You had to laugh, any other emotion would be considered overreacting. God forbid they saw you cry about, you know..being black. 

It became automatic, you would anticipate those jokes​, brace yourself, put a brave face on, then laugh, smile and wave it off.

That’s where I learned to fake laughs and smiles.

Some days you couldn’t take it. You couldn’t hold it, you would bite back. Throw sarcasm in people’s faces. Acid rolled off your tongue. Savage before savage was a thing.

That’s where I learned to be defensive.

You think we were born angry black girls?

I was too young to understand that I hadn’t done anything wrong. In my subconscious, I would reason, why do you spend so much time in the sun? Why were you born so damn black? 

Back then us black girls weren’t candidates for wearing sunscreen, our black skin didn’t need any protecting. Back then when we went on school trips; “they couldn’t see us in the dark.” Back then we were as “black as shoe polish”  etcetera etcetera. *rolls eyes*

Poor black girl, with your black skin, big forehead, big nose, big lips, big butt, big hips. Poor. Black. Girl.


At some point being nice wore off. I had to be mean, I had to spit fire at people that would come at me and my black skin. I went through high school with a gun in my mouth. When I was mad you didn’t have to feel it, you could hear it. There were​ a whole lot of pent up black girl problems. I was defensive. I was on edge always walking on eggshells, tiptoeing around the fact that I was black.


But that was yesterday. Today us black girls are radiant. In case you missed that, I said; us black girls are radiant. We shine. We don’t need social media to tell us that, we don’t need pictures of glowing skin and “hashtag melanin queens” to know that. Deep down inside us we are radiant, that’s how we managed to get through. That’s how we coped. That’s the secret of our black girl magic.

Make no mistake, we don’t need sympathy or fake love. We appreciate ourselves. Our black selves. Thank you.

💫  image featured​ doesn’t belong to me 💫


Source: Why I’m unapologetically proud of my drastically diminishing friend pool by foreverlizbeth 

You’re never fully fit to adapt or qualify for how much life will change throughout your early adulthood. Beyond this, you spend every waking day constantly trying to face the daily pressures of becoming the ideal “grown ass woman”.

I’m standing on familiar ground.

The transition isn’t given to a consistency of gentleness or sentimentality. It’s a tough battle of trying to attain the elusive status of impeccable adultness.

While everything around you seems to be changing, like forfeiting rights to do certain childish things or the growing amount of responsibilities you need to take on, you have a shred of hope that none of it will affect the friendships you’ve made along the way or if a change does occur it would only translate to exponential growth.

But of course that didn’t happen to me. Yes it did hurt seeing the friendships I hoped would last a long time start to decay but the more I analyzed these friendships the more Chinese suddenly made sense.

See what I’ve come to be fully aware of is that people take for granted the term “friends”. We throw it around so nonchalantly marked by blithe unconcern when in actuality the people we use it on are on the same level and gravity as people we’re just well acquainted with.

That’s one thing I’m thankful this early adulthood wisdom has shown me. It’s liberated me from the myopic tendency to treat issues such as friendship from a narrow localised perspective. I am unwilling to make or express an apology for saying all this and I really hope people don’t get butthurt over this but having this realization has enabled me to weed out the people who only want tangible things from me and keep the people who are around for an emotional interaction leaving my friend pool shallow but overflowing with quality.

I love Tyler Perry’s analogy in Madea goes to jail where Madea likened the people in our lives to the entities on a tree which are: the leaves, branches and the roots. In his/her (this really confuses me) long dramatic speech making up the dialogue in the play Madea advised Sonny (who’d recently gotten his heart broken) by telling him that a tree could have a hundred million branches but it’d only take a few roots down at the bottom to make sure that the tree gets everything it needs. She says that when you get some roots we must hold on to them. But the rest, like the leaves that are unstable because they move whenever the wind blows or the branches that seem strong but can break whenever we need to hold on to them, we could just let them go.

One thing I wish Madea expounded on is at what point in time we incarnate the roots in our lives. I might be overthinking things but based on personal experience, whenever I plant a seed of friendship it usually grows so well at the start that people watch it develop every bit as bewitched as a groom at the alter. But then life happens and they tend to be overwhelmed by the harsh external conditions and decay as withering foliage. While I wish this was discussed I am willing it accept it to simply be one of the unexplainable lessons of life and rather focus on the roots I actually have in my life.

They’re not in a seemingly endless amount but I’m quite content with that. These are the people in my lives who don’t know how to play mind games, manipulate others and masquerade around to get what they want. These people show me their scars and tell me their stories because they’re not ashamed of their mistakes. They hug me a little tighter, give me more than one kiss and stay for one more hour. They break the barriers of distance and time when we meet and find that nothing has changed. They radiate compassion and strength.

I haven’t had these people all my life which adds value to the fact that such people can come into our lives at any point to make our lives better, teach us new things and show us what we were missing.

These are people from your university house mate who knows when I went for class and what I did (or didn’t do) before leaving the room and also how often I rewear certain items of clothing because she knows how much I dread laundry days. To the guy you tell everything about your day to and makes you laugh the hardest when when he does the silliest things like the unnecessariness of making the most realistic, dramatic fall when playing a game of charades. All the way to that girl who feels your pain when your heart breaks into tiny pieces and she gives you the words that you need to hear words that will give you comfort in addition to the layers of bacon, cheese and chips baked together in copious amounts because she knows food makes you happy.

We don’t know everything about each other but we know enough. Y’all can count on me if you need help “burying the body” no questions asked! lol. We’ve bonded over the smallest and the biggest things. I am grateful for these friendships and I say friendships with the uttermost endearment. Such kinds of people wear their hearts on their sleeves and it’s refreshing especially during this battle of trying to become an “adult”because you make me vulnerable and I think it’s worth it.


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You Have to Do It for You – MADDY MARQ

I entered college like a lot of students do— with a singular goal to get a practical, employable degree. For me, that degree could be in one of three fields, or it wasn’t considered practical: engineering, business, or medical. I chose medical, because, you know. I like to “help people”.

Throughout my freshman and some of my sophomore year, I worked towards this. I shadowed, I studied constantly, working toward my medical school dreams.

Except, they weren’t my dreams.Medical school was a dream I thought I should have, and I thought people wanted me to have, and maybe they did. But it doesn’t matter what other people want you to do.

You have to do it for you. You have to live your life for yourself, the way that you want to, not the way your parents want you to, or your older sibling did, or the way you think will look best, and impress the most people.

People say that following a passion won’t get you hired, but how is pursuing something that makes you unhappy better?

Adults—parents—have this odd tendency. They go through life in one career, with friends in that career, and then, when they’re older, with kids, they decide that their path to success is the best one. And maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. In their defense, it’s a path they know works.

There is more than one road to success. This seems like such a no-brainer, but I honestly didn’t think there was as a freshman. I really, truly thought that I had to be a doctor, and that my grades were more important than my happiness.

It took sitting down and talking with a professor and role model to realize that there is a lot more out there than just STEM. It took even longer to realize I didn’t need a STEM career to prove to myself I was smart.

There is more than one way to quantify success. Success doesn’t have to mean a paycheck, or an advanced degree, or a Nobel Prize or Pulitzer. It doesn’t have to mean a 4.0, or a dizzying amount of extracurriculars. You get to define your own success; by happiness, by the difference your making, by the way you treat others. Success is unique to the individual.

I don’t know when I realized I hated the idea of going to school for 8 more years, and being in a hospital, and having to deal with real, actual pain, but I did. Maybe it was in the Emergency Room, when the little girl I had played with all week died, or when I vomited after watching a routine surgery, or one of the many nights I stayed up in the library panicking because I had to 4.0 this one.

But I realized it wasn’t what I wanted, or what I was cut out for and I made a change. You have to have goals for yourself, not goals that someone picked out for you.

You will never work as hard at something you aren’t passionate about as you will at something you are, and even if it is in an obscure and unlikely career path, hard workers get jobs. You just might have to do a little research to find out just what sort of job is right for you.

At the end of the day, you’re never going to make everyone happy, but that doesn’t matter. This is your life, not anyone else’s. Be it a degree, a job, or any sort of life change, you have to do it for yourself, not for them.

500 days of summer

Yesterday I sat down to read the script of 500 days of summer. The whole point was to expand my knowledge on script writing & film production. But it turned out to be so much more than that. The underlying message that stuck with me when I put down the script was that life isn’t made of fate or wishes that came true or didn’t. It’s simply a matter of actions and results.

This is especially true when it comes to love, relationships and heartbreak. For the longest time I was the generic high school girl who had a solid belief in fate, destiny or whatever you wanna call it. I believed in soulmates and trust me there’s no shame in that. But the problem came up when my “beliefs” turned me into an idealist, reality and basic common sense had pretty much evaporated from the surface of my brain. Crazy right?

I based my interactions with guys I was attracted to on this whole fate thing. I was the “it was meant to be” kinda girl. (Picture me rolling in a pit of embarrassment at this stage) I seriously ignored the fact that everything that happened between me and anyone whose face caused my heartbeat to sped up was simply a consequence of our actions. No divine force of nature brought us together, we just liked each other (or didn’t) because of the things we did.

It’s complicated to explain but easy to understand, I’ve finally figured out the obvious: if you do certain things you’ll get corresponding results. It’s logical. Once I got that down, I applied it to everything in my life; friendship, my school work, and all my goals. Since then I’ve seriously never been more okay about stuff that goes on around me.