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Reflections

I am firm believer in reflections and the power of them.....

Are they always completely accurate about the person?
Well, no...
Do they hold a lot of power?
Yes.


You are a reflection of your job.

Perfect example,post something racist or hateful on Facebook while your job is listed on your profile on Friday night.... You can almost guarantee that they will fly someone in from HR on Monday to fire you.


Your five closest friends are a reflection of you....
They may not always be a complete accurate reflection of you... But they are most often the average of you...They could be a reflection of where you were, where you are or where you want to be?
In my case a few of my closest friends are still able to party, few are getting slapped by life, and others are trying to buy homes and pay for weddings.


You are a reflection of your parents....
You may be 35, but trust and believe that the fact you do not say 'please' and 'thank you' is a direct reflection to your upbringing to most. I mean, how often does someone do something and we automatically question the mothers influence (or lack of) or assume because of certain behaviors, they weren't hugged enough as a child?


And lastly your partner is often a reflection of you.....
(You had to know that one was coming)
You have to realize that your partner is often one of the most direct reflections of you (and/or your brand).Think about it, one of the reasons we often choose or love our partners is because of how they carry themselves with and with or without us..... The way they dress, things they post on social media, and how they conduct themselves in the public eye often goes straight back to you.... Almost like their mother?
The things your partner says on social media often indicates what could be wrong with them, the relationship or even you for the world to see before you could even know it.
Need an example?
For my LAHHATL watchers, remember when Betty Idol (D.Smith's plus one) came down on Tammy on the transphobic views of Waka Flocka? I mean who said that was how Tammy felt? But once again the power of reflection showed its ugly head....

Years ago,I was fortunate to date someone who really invested a good amount of time in my pageant/model work, personal brand, this blog and even checked me when I was making wrong business moves. I asked them why, I mean why invest in this or me for that matter? And was simply told, 'you are a reflection of myself and I gotta make sure you are right'... 

From that moment on I always paid close attention to how successful couples interacted, how they conducted themselves on social media or in public, how I dress,etc. I've kept this bit of information with me over the years often not releasing certain things if for no other reason that my blog, face,etc is super traceable by possible employers and others......



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