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Hello readers, I hope all is well with you. I have been MIA for awhile now and i've decided its time to really put forth an extra effort for you guys. This thing we call life is something extraordinary, unusual yet remarkable. This often times can be for the good or the worst. We face many challenges and obstacles in this thing called life. God has us go through trials and tribulations for a greater purpose. My life journey has become very challenging. I've been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder that has really consumed a large part of my life. Things are confusing, lonely, and much much more. I only want to scratch the surface with you guys because I know that someone may be experiencing the same thing. I want to bring mental health awareness to everyone. If you are currently dealing with a mental health illness no matter how big or small, regardless if you have been diagnosed or simply feel emotional and psychologically unstable, I want you to know that It's okay not to be okay, Know that you are strong and that this moment in your life is only temporary. Focus on making a better you and live your best life, live it for you and no one else. Throughout this year I've had to deal with adjusting to my "New Normal", learning I will never carry a child, College and everyday demands that seem to be increasingly hard. This is not meant to be a pity party but an expression of my journey and healing process so far. I started weekly therapy sessions which have been a really big help. Dr.Massey made an impact in my life in only one short month. Im currently learning to manage my anxiety, this process has just begun and O boy is it a long and tedious one. Im so used to "Stuffing" everything I experience inside and avoiding my anxiety. Learning to face it head on is the scariest thing I have done in my life. Facing insecurities about myself, acknowledging that hey Chanel you know you are kinda needy, and very co dependent is tough you guys, because then I am forced to self reflect on every situation that has put me through hell and think, Did I face that situation and manage it to the best of my ability, or Did I "Stuff" the situation and think I was strong because I willed myself to move on to the next thing. This process is tough but Its not something that I cant handle and if you are going through your process in life, know that its not something that you cant handle either. Not going to go into much depth but I love each and everyone of you guys. Thank you so much for supporting my blog . If you guys want to discuss a new topic each week please let me know I would love to open a discussion blog with you all. Until next time XOXO
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Hello my gorgeous dolls. I know that i have been missing in action for a while but, Im back with some new content for you guys that i hope you should enjoy. Now fair warning this may be a long read but lets keep it a hundred here my blog post are never short. So with that being said lets dive right in.
Dear Fashion world, We are not all plus sized, Dear Fashion Designers Have you ever thought about catering to women with larger breast ? Dear Fashion Marketers, Visual Merchandisers and the entire PR team, Maybe just maybe Stop using models that are only "Half way" well endowed. You see the issue I have, and i'm sure many of you can agree is that you categorize most women who do not wear a size 2, 4, 6 Or 8. . .Plus sized. You will use these models that have thick hips and thighs with a slim waist and an average C/D cup bra. Women are made so differently and vey often I find my self frustrated to even want to shop, because tops never fit my physic. My bra size is a 38 G I know that they are quite large and I will have to shop in expensive specialty stores run by old people for the rest of my life but why cant I shop like an average girl. In this generation your not "on trend of you cant wear backless shirts ,plunging necklines, halter tops ,Sheer shirts that showcase that Victoria secret bra and much more. However with me all i wish for are button up shirts that don't have huge gaping holes right underneath the buttons. So often while shopping, garments will fit so nice until you reach the bust area, go up a size and the arms are way too baggy and the bottom of your top is past your pelvic area. So what gives ? If its not your dads old t-shirt what are you supposed to wear spandex your whole life. Id rather not. So hopefully somewhere in this multi million dollar fashion industry someone will address this problem. See you all real soon. XOXO Fate, Fear & The City. . . These three words pretty much sum up my life. Now I know you're all like, "What in the world do these photos mean?" Well, three of them are my dreams. One of them is a settlement, kind of like that game "Two Truths and a Lie". Can you guess which one is the settlement? I just previously graduated high school. During my senior year, everyone applied to colleges, "College, college, college" is all anyone talked about. Just a side note for you or anyone who hasn't been, It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Yeah, the freedom is nice but honestly other than that, I haven’t found the golden pot for me to piss in that everyone raves about. Anyway, I was never interested in attending a university and quite frankly, even with a 3.0 GPA, I didn't even think I was smart enough to attend college. The fear of rejection was enough but I soon learned everyone gets rejected from a college here and there. Yet, that’s not how I pictured my future. Anyone who knows me, knows I LOVE MAKEUP! I don’t have the patience to do much else but I will gladly express myself for hours "painting my face". The dream (note I did say DREAM) would be to attend a college that strictly focuses on makeup, not cosmetology - maybe a little training on becoming an Esthetician, but just how to beat people’s faces. Well, that reality isn't real. So I'm moving on to the next dream: to become a beauty blogger, a well renowned blogger who people love and respect kind of like Jackieaina or Makeup Shayla. Honestly, I blame YouTube for filling my head with such fantasies, but watching them opened my eyes to what I can see myself happily doing for the rest of my life. The issue there is: Do you know how small that circle is? How difficult it would be to break out into that tiny world? If you don't know, now you know. . . It’s hard very hard! Lastly, we have the city. If my mom allowed me to move to New York City like I wanted straight outta school, I wouldn't be talking to you all on this computer. I would be eating saltine crackers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and scrawling for a job. But you know what? I would've been happy because at least when I made it, I could say I did it on my own and I found what I love and got to experience many life challenges some people are sheltered from. Maybe it's fate that's destined to happen in the future, or maybe it's fear to make it happen and potentially fail. Only time will tell. So, I vowed to myself, with all I am, that starting now, January 2017, I WILL get the ball rolling on what I love and to make my dreams a reality. If you got to the end of this post, take this note with you... Note to self: You gotta do this for you. This is for you. This isn't about anybody. Live for you. Honor you. Never lose sight of that. So, I’m thinking about doing a blog series for you guys but I have a feeling this one is going to lengthy. However, let’s just dive right in! About a year ago, I started this medical mystery of a journey, meaning last July I collapsed at work, couldn't breathe, or stand. Life itself was sucked from my body. Okay...dramatic description, I know but that is about as accurate as it gets. After countless visits to the emergency room, no one could determine the cause except that I had a mass on my pulmonary artery. A few weeks later, I went to see a pulmonologist. My first doctor said the mass on my artery looked a little like pneumonia but diagnosed it as fibrosising mediastinitis (FM). He said it was just a calcified piece of mass and that the disease was dormant and not active. It shouldn't cause me any problems and wouldn't be surgically necessary to remove unless I was a marathon runner. Anyone that knows me will vouch that I am only running to the kitchen and back to my seat. So, we leave and the doctor prescribes some anti-fungal medicines and steroids and says you'll be okay in a few weeks. Wellllll, not quite. "Okay in a few weeks" turned into me getting worse and worse. Months passed by and every two weeks I would have flare ups starting with migraines leading into shortness of breath and chest pains.
Eventually, I saw another pulmonologist which said he wasn’t sure what the problem was. The only way to find out would be to have a bronchoscopy procedure where they basically go in through your throat and pull little pieces of lung tissue out to sample. His theory was leaning more towards sarcoidosis, another respiratory disease not as rare as FM. About a year from the start of this journey, I have the procedure and the results come. During this time, I was seeing another doctor as well to receive a second opinion. Dr. Thompson is the one I’m currently seeing to this day. After the results from the first procedure were inconclusive, they suggested a more invasive surgery where they basically chisel out lung samples and pieces of tissue from the diseased lesions surrounding my major arteries. So about a month passes and I have this surgery. The doctors say they had to stop because the center of my chest was as hard as a rock, meaning tissue had calcified which means I have what you call the after effect of FM: histoplasmosis. Learning this information was very scary. Only about 4 doctors in the United States deal with this and only about 1 in 100,000 people get it. I found a specialist close to me, Dr. Loyd. He showed me pictures of my chest and explained how the disease had taken over my body. He explained to me that it had infected my right lung and I only had about 7% of functionality left in it. He also discovered that my SVC, a passageway that leads to all my major arteries, was closed about halfway. Oxygen was not getting to my brain and heart the way it should. Luckily you can live with just one lung but the question was for how long and would the disease progress and consume my left lung or would the calcified tissue harden over my arteries to the point to where they couldn’t function properly or worse not at all. His friend Dr. Doyle was my hero! He could place 4 stents in my body to open airways and increase blood flow. I have 3 stents in my lower lobe. Whereas I had 7% before, I now have 20%! A big improvement! He also placed a stent in my SVC, opening that back up as well. If he didn’t move as swiftly as he did, all hope would’ve been lost. Those airways would’ve been completely closed and nothing could’ve been done. There is no cure for this disease and no treatment. The only thing I can do is preserve the life I live now and continue to pray about this rare auto immune disease that has tried to consume my life in more ways than one. But I am confident in God and that whatever else He has in store for me, I will conquer just like I did this segment of my life. Well folks, that was the shortest version I could share! If you want to know any details or have questions, as always, leave me a comment below! If you can guess what movie that quote is from, leave me a comment down below. :)
Hi. So, the name's Chanel Yancy. No, my life isn't designer and I have no clue why that is my name. Anyhow, I'm an 18 year old African American girl trying to figure out my purpose in this world. On this blog you will find many of the crazy adventures i experience with my family, as well as makeup tips I've learned. No, I am not a YouTube guru or MUA but I think that's what makes me different. Here we will keep it 100% real - no $800 cameras and lighting and expensive products because if I have not stated already... ya girl has college tuition to pay for. If you don't learn anything from this blog, 1 thing for sure, 2 things for certain, you will be entertained. That's my welcome. Stay tuned dolls! |
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