Letter from Deneé:
You chose The 'Divine Wisdom' Card.
"I've got issues.. you've got em too.. so give em all to me and I'll give mine to you.." Julia Michaels.
You're WIFEY because of your past, your struggles and your story.
Your mess is your beautiful message.
Your struggles are the backbone to your mesmerising success.
Your heartbreak was what made you 'you.'
And they love it.
They love how real you are.
How they don't have to put on a mask or a show.
And can show up as themself.
You're the TYPE of woman who; when respected and treated well, will go above and beyond for the man she loves.
You cook.
You clean.
You host.
And you love it.
You just never wanted to be taken for granted, used or made to feel like a slave for 'being of service.'
You will happily serve your Love with a smile on your face and a kiss on the forehead upon delivery.
You don't hide how much you love someone because you know life's too short.
Affectionate, considerate and caring for THE RIGHT MAN.
Freaky, adventurous and 'did she just?' for THE RIGHT MAN too.
You the epitome of 'body confident.'
You embrace your curves, looks and appearance.
And aren't afraid to show it.
You're a show off.
But THE RIGHT PEOPLE love it.
For you showing off give others the permission to do so as well.
You're the TYPE of woman to go first.
Lead the way.
You have natural leadership qualities that make you EXTRA attractive because it shows you'd be a great mother and matriarch to your Husband's legacy.
..Anyways! Keep doing you, the RIGHT MAN and people will love you more for it.
All the 'you inspire me,' Deneé
Awomen.
7 Days. 7 Goddesses. 7 Ways to Connect to your Divinity
DENEÉ DREAMS.
Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me. Pick Me.
Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me. Love Me.
Sacred Prayer to the Goddess:
"Dear Goddess,
'My kisses;' his heaven.. 'my body;' his hell... oh my God amazing.. he's now under my spell. 'My eyes;' his life sentence.. 'my thighs;' his true home.. 'my scent'; his religion.. 'my voice' rocks his bones. 'My taste; his one sacrament.. 'my lips;' red crimson wine.. He kneels down in reverence, to now offer his line. For me; he's a Hero.. for him; 'Perfect Wife'.. for now.. and forever.. for eternity and every life.
In your name, A(wo)men."