People always ask me, "Why are you so tough?" Well, I am the third child. The first girl. Basically the third boy.
My second older brother, James, was the one who I credit for making me physically tough. My brothers treated me like a little brother. My brother James would make me fight his friend's little brothers, betting that his little sister would win. His friends were actually dumb enough to take the challenges, and I won! For as long as I can remember, I have been fighting. Specifically boys, for my entire adolescent years, some girls in my teenage years, but still mostly boys, a few women in my adult life and my husband. Sometimes I wouldn't want to fight and all my brother had to do was say he would beat me up, and that was enough to make me fight. I was scared of my brother! All of this was before age 10. I fought almost daily from age 4 to 10. That's a lot of stress for a child. My mother knew nothing. Smh. That training made me a bully's bully. It's why I'm such an Activist today. As I got older, I was the type to never start anything, but I would finish it!! Finite! Done! I protected my friends and anyone who was being picked on. It was my pleasure to handle a bully. I was notorious for going to people's houses. Thank God nothing ever happened to me. 💯 🙏Looking back, that training was crucial and intricate knowledge #RebelRobbneeded! There were so many people that I would eventually meet that would need me to be a 'fighter" for them, their rights, their very lives. And I had to, there was simply no other choice. Through it all, life has taught me only the strong survives. Guess what, you're STRONG too. #HowRebelRobbWasBorn
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With as many memes, meme makers and #Reposts of positive messages, quotes, ways of life, and general ways to find happiness, you would think people are truly getting it. But the sad truth is there are so many hurt and victimized souls, not knowing how to properly process or deal with the incidents or events throughout their lives that created the hurt. They want to hide certain things they've experienced so they're not judged by people. They keep up this facade of I'm invincible.
I'm here to tell you that it is not healthy. I learned to stop giving myself pity parties when things started off crazy in my adult life. Right at age 18, I was raped. He was a 'friend' of mine and yes, weed and alcohol involved but it doesn't make it OK nor make me responsible for the sexual violence that happened. Adding insult to injury, I didn't get no support from my "boyfriend " at the time who didn't believe me. That's not the only thing. I left home right after high school graduation thinking I was in love so to top it off, I was also living in a crack house and selling crack to survive in college. Coming from a 'poor mentality' my parents biggest cares were fighting over child support rather than supporting me in my educational goals. I had no grants, it was too late to sign up for the dorms and just being on an academic scholarship didn't provide enough extra funds. I cared about being in college. My parents didn't push me. I did. I'm not a victim. I am a survivor. I did not cower in survival situations, I made a way. Instead of crying, I grew. I learned what to do and what not to do. As far out as the choices were, they were presented and I chose those lessons. I am as strong and resilient as I am today because of each and every one of those incidents or events in my life. I took control of life. I didn't let it control me. I could have been a statistic easy, a few times over actually ... Nahhh... Not a chance. You see, the way my God is set up!! I love who I am. 😇 😆💕👑💖 #Blessed #Trappin#College #Rape #HowRebelRobbWasBorn💯#MYTRUTH I follow a lot of inspirational people, and I surely consider myself inspirational as well. What I KNOW is that I LIVED life, MADE STUPID MISTAKES, LEARNED from them and used it as knowledge and applied it to my life. If you haven't yet applied, or you're still making mistakes, God is still with you and it isn't too late.
This is coming from the girl who lived in a trap house in college. And the girl who danced for a living and met the #911 terrorist in my strip club. And the girl who went got scooped up by the Secret Service for receiving counterfeit money at the club, amongst other things. Yes, all of this is true. Clearly this is not my life today, but as you can see I sure learned from those mistakes and became a ROLE MODEL. Not someone telling you to do right because it's good, but someone who did wrong and knows first hand the lessons. Have a blessed week y'all. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. 💯✌ #RebelRobb 💯👑👀👑😇 #Homelessness #Trappin #Stripping #HowRebelRobbWasBorn #LatishaRobb |
Latisha Robb
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