Fashion vs Style

Fashion and style are NOT one and the same. Style relates to the individual, while fashion is more collective. 

Anyone can throw on labels, but that does not mean they have style. We see it all the time where men and women just throw on a bunch of trendy things and think that it’s style. It is not. Style is very personal. I believe in wearing pieces that complement your body type and personality. Your style should say what you need to without you having to open your mouth. What does your style say about you? If you had to describe your style in one word, what would it be?

For me, it’s polished. I believe in dressing appropriately for my age. I am 45 and I always want to express myself in a way that it does not diminish me as a woman and mother. I dress in a way that is respectful, not only for myself, but for my son.. I want his perception of a woman to be what he sees in his mother. The look in this post is something that has been in my minds eye for a long time and I’m so glad that it translated to what I wanted. I always think about how I’m going to put looks together and when they come out the way I expect, I’m extremely happy. I love to put beautiful looks together for myself and others.

This year, I am getting back to styling everyday people. Life has slowed down, but it did not stop and people still need to look their best. Stay tuned for more style!

I love you; I mean it

Kimsue Styles

Outfit Details: Fedora || Dress: Similar Here and Here || Boots

It’s Go Time!

Taking a break helps you to understand yourself better.

With so much going on in my life it has been very difficult to map out everything that I need to get done. I write down and put a time frame on my plans so that I will execute those things in a timely manner. I got a great time table tip from my girlfriend Crystal who is the curator for She said she gives her self 90 days for each task so that she will be sure to execute and complete the tasks. I think that is an absolutely fantastic way to set the wheels in motion because if you give yourself a deadline, you don’t want to go back on your word to yourself. For me, it has been a challenge as I stated in my last blog post to get things done to get out of my own way because I am going through so much with my health and in other areas of my life. So, just to give you a little update on me, I’ve decided that I’m going back to school to continue my studies and get my graduate degree. I took quite a bit of time off when my dad got sick and passed away from stage four lung cancer, but I know that he would not want me to be stagnant in my future goals, my blog and anything that I’m passionate about. So in an effort to continue his legacy and be the best example for my son, I am hitting the restart button on EVERYTHING. I hope that you’ll all continue with me on my journey, as I’m also in the process of writing a book. I won’t go into detail just yet, but just know it’s going to be good!

Thanks so much for stopping by and taking a moment to read my blog! It means the world to me.

Have a fabulous weekend!

I love you, I mean it! ~ Kimsue 💙

Photos by Rosemarie Moore for M3 PhotographyNJ

Top : Zara || Shorts: Zara || Shoes: Schutz Shoes (sold out)

Consistency Is Key

“Consistency is the true foundation of trust. Either keep your promises or do not make them.” ~ Roy T. Bennett

Sunday was a great day for shooting, but I had the migraine from hell. I suffer from migraines and they are crippling, to say the least. I was in bed thinking to myself, I really don’t want to get up because I was in so much pain, but then I said, Kim, stop looking for excuses not to shoot. Get up, get your looks and get out there! I promised myself that I was going to be consistent and publish at least two blog posts per week and I intend to do just that! It was such a great feeling to get up and get out to take pictures. I have not been feeling like myself these days, but I am coming around slowly, but surely. I pray that I remain consistent and really get my blog baack on track. I’m going to give my space a facelift in the next few weeks because it’s time. Stay with me, I promise, it will be worth it!

Thank you for stopping by! I love you, I mean it! ~ Kimsue

Photos by: Rosemarie Moore for M3 PhotographyNJ

Outfit: || Shoes: Shutz


If you do not separate from your distractions, your distractions will separate you from your goals. ~ Carol Sanker

For the past several months, I’ve been struggling with a lot of things. From my health, to work, personal life and relationships with friends and family. I’m a person of order and routine and I do pretty much everything on a schedule. I live a very organized life, but lately, I’m taking forever to get things done. It has taken me months to do laundry, something I actually love to do regularly. My mail is piling up and I’m not organizing things like I usually do. I rarely get dressed for work. I’m presentable, but not really dressing up like I always do. I’m in a space that I can’t even fully comprehend and it hurts. When I’m going through things, I completely shut down and remove myself from pretty much everything. Writing is my therapy; a way to express my inner most thoughts and sort out my feelings and get back into the groove of life.

I’m such a creative person but lately I’ve been stagnant with all the things I need and want to do. I’m not doing as well at work as I should be and I’m so mentally overwhelmed, that I don’t even have the motivation to do anything for myself. I got sidetracked with starting my business this year due to all that’s going on personally and with my health so I’m trying again, to get it all underway. I’m NOT giving up. I know what I need to do in order to get out of my own way, but where do I begin? People often see me smiling, dolled up and appearing to be all together, but I’m not. I’m not unhappy, but I do feel down quite a lot. It’s draining and taking energy I desperately need to keep going. I try to stay strong for my son and I thank God that he doesn’t see me struggle with my emotions. I’m coming up on the anniversary of my fathers passing and that in itself is a lot.

I try to be there for the people in my life, but truthfully, I’m having the hardest time being there for myself, so I can’t exactly show up for everyone in this moment. It is said that the first rule of survival is to take care of yourself and that’s what I am trying to do. It may seem selfish to some, but self-care should be. My mind and emotions are out of whack and I need this time to sort things out and get back on track. I’m not writing this for anyone to feel sorry for or pity me, so please don’t. I’m writing this, because it’s necessary for me and getting it out helps to release these negative feelings. I’ve been going to therapy and it has aided in my healing, but I have a long way to go. There’s a lot from my past and present that I’m working on healing from and I’m going to get through it all with God and continued work.

We all go through things and while some people like to keep things bottled up, I prefer to openly express myself through my writing because it may be of help to someone who is also struggling. I’m grateful for the friends and family who stick by me while I’m going through a tsunami of emotions.

As always, thank you for stopping by and continuing on this journey with me. I’m trying to get back to some normalcy I hope that this will be a catalyst for a more productive future.

I love you, I mean it!

Kimsue 💙

Top: Zara (old) || Skirt: Shop Akira || Bag: Amazon || Shoes: Aldo (old)

Attracted to Thots

Sometimes, our soulmate is someone completely different from our type ~ Kimsue

We all have a type! For many of us there is a certain physical aesthetic that we look for in the opposite sex. For me, I love a chocolate man with a beard, muscles and a lean athletic body. More often than not, that aesthetic is attached to a THOT. At least in my experience. For those that don’t know the meaning; a thot (that ho over there) it’s synonymous with slut or whore. I don’t know why I am attracted to this type of man, but it is something that I have been questioning for quite some time. People tell me all the time I should go for the opposite of what I like. Maybe I should explore that option. I was having a conversation with my dear friend Mocha the other day and she said “you are beautiful, you are stylish and you look for someone that matches your fly on the exterior. Maybe you should look for the opposite of what you’re used to.” Not that I should be looking for a bum or a person who is not aesthetically pleasing to me, but someone who doesn’t fit that particular profile. I shouldn’t go for the guy with more drip than morals and treats women like sex objects, is basically what she meant. I definitely don’t want a man that’s got multiple women and treating me like I’m nothing more than a piece of pussy or as my father used to say, a pussy cushion. Or the guy that only wants me behind closed doors and never wants to actually date me. I’m very specific about what I want in a man, but I keep accepting these crumbs. Oftentimes, our type is not who God has designed for us. We have to look a bit deeper. What we attract is a manifestation of what we believe we deserve. At least, that’s what I believe. Our soulmate may be someone who’s the complete opposite of what we’re normally attracted to. I know it’s not in my best interest to continue giving energy and attention to these types of men. In the last five years, I’ve dated quite a bit and I have to say each guy has been a certified THOT. I take full responsibility for the energy that I attract and what I entertain. I am in no way shape or form blaming the men for their behavior towards me. It’s what I’ve accepted. Their poor treatment of women is something they need to deal with on their own. I need to be more cognizant of what I give my attention to in the future. So, with that being said, I am working on attracting and manifesting what I know I deserve in a man. Right now, I am off the market and not really dating anyone special, but that does not mean that I’m not open to dating and open to love. I am immersing myself in building my brand, getting my T-shirt line launched and doing things that really benefit myself and my family. I can’t be out here entertaining foolishness and allowing another persons bad energy to infiltrate and contaminate mine.

My advice to women and men, is to evaluate your interactions with the people you are dating and decide if it’s worth your time and energy. If the answer is no, you need to move along.

As always, thank you for taking a moment to explore my world and read my blog.

I love you, I mean it! 💙


Photos by Rosemarie Moore for

Dress ASOS (sold out) || Shoes: Public Desire (sold out) || Bag: Aldo (old)

Table For One


Take time to heal from the inside, out.  – Kimsue

In my last post, I took you on a trip down memory lane. The purpose of writing about my last ‘situationship’ was meant to be a moment of transparency for me. I needed to get out, the things I was feeling and start the process of letting go of someone that didn’t want me in the way that I wanted him. Let me be clear, there are no hard feelings toward him and I will always have a space in my heart for that individual, but I am not a fool. At least, not any more, lol. It led me to a place that I have longed to be. Alone. Just for a while. I decided that I needed to get a table for one. In order to get to the root of what attracts me to emotionally disconnected men; I need to disconnect from men.

Making the decision to cut ties with the male population where dating and intimacy is concerned is something that I feel is necessary for me at this time. I promised myself that I’d take a long break from dating and I intend to do just that. I owe it to myself, to date myself. I was having a conversation with my girlfriend and she said to me “if you’re serious about taking time to yourself, you will.” It’s about being disciplined. So, I’m going to put myself on ice for a long while and until I am emotionally ready to give love another try, I will remain uninvolved with the opposite sex.

My reason for taking this time to myself is simple. I’m trying to heal from the inside out and I can’t do that with distractions. It would not be fair to myself or anyone else to be involved, knowing that I have work to do internally. There comes a time when you have to look in the mirror and come to terms with the realization that it’s you. Not that you are doing anything wrong, but I have always put everyone else’s needs before my own and I find myself losing a little piece of me with every interaction. I’ve tried to take breaks in the past, but I never really get through them. I meet someone and I think that things will be different and they turn out to be the very thing I need to stay away from. It’s not really their fault that I stick around, it’s me. It’s all me. I accept way less than I deserve and I have to forgive myself for that.  I need to be more demanding with what I want and need. I have always been eager to please the person I’m with, but they aren’t really willing to do the same for me.

I think that some men have this idea that women of a particular age are desperate for love and companionship. Quite the contrary, actually. We want solid relationships and are not willing to settle. I have always been a magnet for men, so getting one isn’t that difficult. Getting the right one, now that’s a different story. I meet men at the wrong time in their lives and when it does not work out, I am left feeling like I am not worthy of a solid, committed and loving partner.

I know better than to think like this. I was raised by two extraordinary humans who taught me self worth and to never fall for the banana in the tailpipe, lol. I know my worth, but I often act as if I don’t. Like, I really believe that something is disconnected with me. So, in an effort to get to the root of why I pick the same man in a different body, who just wants to use me for my love, kindness, and generosity; I’ve made a decision to just date myself.

I was a little apprehensive to do this because I hate to tell people no. I feel like I am being mean, but the reality is; I have to be selfish with myself right now because I’ve given myself to way too many undeserving men and I got no real return on my investment. I am not a demanding person in relationships and that’s where I think it starts for me. I probably should be, but it’s just not in my nature to be that way. Men and women will do exactly what you allow and I’ve allowed men to do what they wanted and not hold them accountable. I want to be a different person and be more direct. Not just with men, but people in general. Sometimes, we just have to say NO and be okay with the end result. At the end of this courtship with myself, I hope that there will be some amazing changes with my interactions. I know what I want and deserve, and I am taking steps to get it. I simply have to decline any invitations to get to know anyone new. No matter how difficult. It’s emotionally draining to have to start over and when it doesn’t work out, you have to go back to square one. When you come to the conclusion that you need to re-evaluate  some things, it’s important to do so.

From this moment forward, I am going to be by myself, for myself. Prayerfully, at the end of this journey, I will be better prepared for love and get what I know I deserve.

As always, thank you for taking the time to visit my page.
I love you; I mean it!

                              Kimsue  💙


Photos by Rosemarie Moore for M3 Photography NJ

Dress: ASOS|| Shoes: Steve Madden (old) || Bag: Target

Unicorn Dick


Let me take you on a trip down memory lane. 

January 2017, I was relaxing at home scrolling through my Instagram explore page. I came across a picture of two bearded men. One in particular caught my eye. I wasn’t trying to “shoot my shot” but I’ve always been one to compliment people if I saw fit to do so. I don’t usually go into men’s DMs and say anything. I just admire from afar. I mustered up the courage to send this beautiful, bearded and very well put together man a message and tell him what I thought of him. He replied, in kind and complimented me as well. From that moment on, we continued to chat via DM. This went on for seven months before we actually met in person. One day he posted a picture on his page and in his caption, he mentioned something about being sick. Instead of hopping in the comments like the rest of his fan club, I sent him a message and asked him if he needed anything to aide in his getting better. He did but he wasn’t going to be home, so I advised that I would bring him some fruit or whatever he needed when his schedule permitted. A few weeks later, I posted a photo of myself and he commented “no fruit?” I replied stating,  I got wrapped up running errands, but as soon as I have another day off I would bring it to him. I’m a woman of my word so I will definitely keep it. He said OK and thank you. 

Fast forward to a few weeks later; August 15, 2017, my favorite uncle passed away and I was heading down to South Jersey to see my family two days after.  I sent him a direct message and asked him if he was home because I had a little bit of fruit for him. Instead of hopping right on the road to South Jersey, I figured I would first go north to see him and bring him the fruit that I had promised. He said yes and proceeded to send me his address. I arrive and he seemed pleasantly surprised that I looked the same as I did in my pictures, even better according to him, lol! We stood outside and talked for about an hour. We seemed to have clicked and I wondered if it would go anywhere, but I wasn’t really trying to get involved because I was recovering from something personal back during the time I had sent him the message. He said that as a thank you he had to take me to dinner or something. I’m not one to do things for people for something in return so I said, you don’t owe me anything. It was my pleasure to be of assistance where I could be. I thought he was a very nice and interesting man. Very alluring. Mind you, we still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but that changed after our meeting. He said to me “you’re very seductive, I wasn’t ready.” It’s really just my natural personality and he said that’s what made it so dangerous. 

Weeks passed and we continue to keep in touch. Exchanging pictures and sharing things with one another, We were supposed to get together on a Thursday,  but his vehicle had been towed the evening before so he had to go to NY to get it. We never got to hang that day. Because I was interested in him and I thought he was in me, I said I would have been happy to take him to get his car. I was winding down for the evening, but I really wanted to see him and be in his presence for a little while. I got up and went to get him and we proceeded to the city. We talked about a bunch of stuff along the way and we got to know a little more about one another. We got his car and he proceeded to go where he needed to and I went home. He texted me and said “thank you so much baby, I owe you.”  I replied, you don’t owe me anything just be good to me and he said OK. Little did I know being good to me was only dicking me down on a regular basis. Nothing remotely close to what I actually meant with that statement.  

Our first intimate encounter was more than I’d bargained for. I cried! Yes dammit! I fucking cried because that man made fucking love to me! I felt a tear drop out of my left eye! You don’t put Unicorn Dick on someone that you don’t want in your life! You are setting me up for all kinds of emotional turmoil that I just don’t need! It was the best sex I’d ever had and I wanted to feel that way forever, with him. He was now in my top 5, LOL! I felt like I was falling for him even before the dick , but now, I’m dumbfounded and can’t think like a logical human. He could do all kinds of shit and I’d make excuses for it. I didn’t care. I fell and really fucking hard!  He’s not romantic with me, not much of a cuddler. He didn’t take me anywhere. Not even the dinner that he’d said he would take me to. Yeah, I remained hidden. I was essentially just who he was fucking. Still, I cared about him and as time progressed I cared for him even more. Not for the sex, but who he was as a person. He’s caring and protective and loves his family deeply we had a lot of conversations about different things and I loved that he is so intelligent. Some of the qualities that I like in a man, but he didn’t make me feel special outside of sucking my soul dry sexually. He didn’t buy me things or invite me to anything that he was doing. I am not the woman who requires material things, or to be at every family function, but small gestures surely would have sufficed. I just wanted to be made a priority in his life and that wasn’t happening. 

Now, we’re approaching my birthday. October 4th came and I didn’t want to do anything spectacular, but I knew that I wanted to spend time with him. Especially because he was leaving on a trip a few days after my birthday. I had to work so after I got off we went to the movies. I ended up paying for the outing. Yes, I paid. I can’t call it a date because he doesn’t go on dates. I was a bit sad that I had to pay on MY birthday but I let it go. I knew the reason was because he didn’t want to really spend due to his trip, so I didn’t make a big deal about it, but if someone can’t muster up a few bucks to treat you on your special day, then you are essentially shit to that person. I was heartbroken, but I didn’t let him see that. There are a ton of things that could have been done that did not require spending money. I don’t need monetary gifts. I’m more about the thought that goes into it all. I went home after and cried to my big sister because I felt stupid and tears were all I had. Now I’m a few months in and I’m seeing no reciprocity so this is the time that I should exit right? Wrong! I stayed around because he gave me a feeling that I’d been missing. He was attentive when I was with him and he put it down like no other man I’d ever been with. This is why I call him unicorn dick! Had my mind all scrambled like fucking eggs. December 21st. I went to see him with this, I am woman hear me roar attitude. I wanted to have a civilized conversation with him about how I was feeling and what I expected going forward so I asked him the question that you should never ask any fucking man…what are we doing?  I know we’re not in a relationship, but I wanted to know what we were doing because I felt as though I was the only one interested at this point and if I am, then I need to figure out how I need to move forward. He told me that he didn’t want to be in a relationship and maybe he was jaded because of his past relationship with someone.  I won’t get into that because that’s not my personal business to talk about. I let him know how I was feeling…everything that I was feeling about my birthday and all of that other stuff and he just sat there. Stoic. Like nothing I’ve said even moved him. He seemed emotionless and here I am looking stupid once again. He didn’t know that I had been pining away over his lackluster treatment of me. How could he? Up until now I didn’t say anything. He told me he didn’t want to be in a relationship and 2018 is approaching and he’s trying to get certain things in order and so forth and so on. We all are gearing up to do things with the coming new year. No one I know is stagnant and making excuses. If you don’t want to be with me, just say that.  I can process the truth. It will hurt, but I’m a woman who wants to know, needs to know what’s happening. He would never admit that we were just fucking. So in an effort not to cry about the situation in front of him because I didn’t want him to think I was some kind a weak psycho bitch who’s all emotional; I leaned back to keep the tears from flowing.  I thought that I was going to get up and get out of there with my dignity intact and the next thing I knew, MY PANTS WERE DOWN AND HE WAS PERFORMING CUNNILINGUS ON ME! Obviously we proceeded to have sex. I’m feeling all stupid and weak but it felt so good that I just couldn’t tell him to stop. He had that kind of effect on me. He was a master at what he did both orally and when he penetrated. He had unicorn dick. It was MAGICAL and had me on a level of stupid that I had never been on before. I got up and got myself together and I got the hell up out of there.  I cried all the way home because I felt like the weakest link. How could I have gone over to this man’s house, tell him how I felt and then still allow him to do the very thing that he’s been doing? Fucking me senseless. Still, I continue to see him. January. February. March. April. 

All these months pass by, but the thing that bothered me the most was Valentine’s Day.  He dropped the ball on my birthday, so I figured he would do something to make up for that. Nope! At the very least he could have gotten me some flowers or candy. You don’t have to celebrate the day, but knowing that the person you are sleeping with loves little things like that, it would have been nice. Obviously, I wasn’t worthy of a flower, a card, a teddy bear, box of chocolates, nothing. 

Someone got flowers ON Valentines day, it just wasn’t me.  One day he called and said he needed a “tune up” and like a dick whipped dummy, I came running. Something in my spirit was uneasy so, I asked him was he seeing anyone else he said ‘define seeing’ I said,  please don’t insult my intelligence.  He said, and I quote “I’m not committed to anyone.” Now mind you I got up out of my bed, came over to give him pleasure because he had asked. I had no problem accommodating him because I care for him very much, but the same care was never extended to me; not in the way that I had hoped it would be. If we measure care by sex then YES he cared for me deeply. So I did what I did and I got myself together and I went home. Once again, I cried all the way back. 

Now let’s move on. March, I got sick with the flu and I also had some issues with my diabetes, so I was home for most of the month. He never asked if I needed him to bring me anything. He just told me what I should do. According to him, that’s pretty much the same thing. His birthday came and I got him a gift because I love this man. I didn’t make a stink about the fact that I got two balloons, a card and unicorn dick for mine. I am big on birthdays. It’s your personal holiday and I treat people I love well.

Now here we are in the beginning of May. The last sexual encounter we had was May 3rd. It was mind blowing as usual and I, the dick whipped dummy was slowly coming to terms with the fact that this man does not want me the same way that I want him, so I need to move on. I am tired of giving myself to this undeserving man and at some point I have to man up and get the hell on. He sent me a message asking if my sister had seen the Avengers movie.  He was going and I said wow without me. He’s like, he would not go with me to see a Marvel movie or anyone for that matter. I said ok, enjoy your movie. We had a whole text conversation about it and then SIX minutes after that he posted something on Instagram about alone time and no dates. I felt as if it was a dig at me because we literally just had this conversation and now you’re posting it. So someone in the comments said she would have been his date and he replied, I don’t go on dates, they’re useless. At that moment I knew I had to remove myself. All the kindness and care I showed him and he didn’t think for one moment how that would have made me feel? I was as stupid as the day is long. I didn’t deserve the mediocre treatment I was getting. I stuck around for nine months hoping it would have changed and it never did. How could I have been so stupid for so long? I had to stop cold turkey. I needed to remove myself. As much as I want him, it’s just not going to happen. I had to move on. I was taught not to accept mediocrity from any man and here I am, accepting it like I don’t know my value and worth. I do, but I act as if I don’t sometimes.

Fast forward: I met someone new and very nice. A perfect gentleman. While I’m not looking to be involved with anyone at this time.  I entertained the opportunity to make a new friend. We went on a few dates, but something didn’t quite click and so, we are just going to remain acquaintences. We are still cordial and if I see him, it’s pleasant. He seems to be troubled by things that are beyond my comprehension. I don’t have any ill feelings toward him, as he is an absolutely wonderful man. He gave me what I needed in that moment. I needed to let go of someone that had absolutely NO interest in being anything but my sexual partner and to see that there are still men that value women in a way that men from my dads era did. Also, to see that men still think courting and dates are necessary, not useless. I guess once you’re having sex, there’s really nothing to work towards, as you’ve already gotten the prize. What I’ve learned in the last few dealings that I’ve had with men is to acknowledge the red flags and move accordingly. We all have our flaws and hangups, but we can’t just attribute it to “that’s just how I am.” We also can’t make people suffer for things a past love did to us. We are not that person and should never be so jaded that we miss a blessing that is a companion who wants nothing more than to love us and build with us. There are things that we must recognize in ourselves and correct in order to have healthy and lasting relationships, whether romantic or platonic. I have my flaws, believe me and I don’t walk around like I’m perfect, because I am not. What I am is genuine, loving, attentive, thoughtful, and a host of other things. I will always be. It is not my time for love with another. I’m just going to continue loving and nurturing myself until God sees fit to bless me with a King of my own. Great things take time and you must have patience. The man that believes that the sun rises and sets with me is praying and waiting for me.

If you take nothing else away from this post, take the lesson I’ve displayed about extending yourself too much to undeserving people. It doesn’t make them bad people, but they’re bad for YOU.

I know this is a long post, but thank you for taking the time to read. 

I love you; I mean it! 

Kimsue 💋


Photos by Rosemarie Moore

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It feels good to be back!


You can rest, but don’t you dare give up! 

I wanted to kick off July with a fresh, new post! Thank you for stopping by!

It has been a long time since I’ve been inspired to write about anything. One year and ten months to be exact! I have been so out of it mentally, spiritually, emotionally and physcially that I just haven’t had any desire to blog or do anything else creative. We all have a period where we become stagnant due to the happenings of life and the very things that we love need to be put down for a bit. You can rest, but don’t give up. That’s exactly what I did. I took a long rest from my blog. Sure, I still dress, but that’s only because I have to be presentable for work, lol. I have been ill these past several months and now I’m getting back to some normalcy. Being a diabetic is a tough and draining thing to handle, but with love, changes in my diet, lifestyle and  my amazing support system; I do it and gracefully I might add. I sometimes feel so drained that I can’t move and my vision gets extremely blurry. I am still pushing through and that’s why I decided to come back and continue the very thing I love! Blogging is more than showing you my different looks; it’s a way for me to express myself through writing about my life. The good, bad, beautiful and ugly parts of it all.  My therapy, if you will. My life is a marathon that I’m still running, by Gods grace and I want to share those experiences with you. We all have a story and I am not ashamed to share mine. You have no idea who it will help in the long run. It’s not just about you. Thank you so much for stopping by! I promise to keep in touch and share as much as I can.

I love you; I mean it!

Kimsue 💋




Photos by Rosemarie Moore 

Jumpsuit by Andrea Iyamah 

Entry 063: Stripes & Florals

You are allowed to rest, but don’t dare give up! – Unknown

Hello everyone! I know it’s been a while since I’ve been here, but I am happy to be back and getting on track with what I love! Fashion and taking pictures! As you can see, I’ve recently gone completely BALD! I absolutely love it and I feel so free!  I’ve been away for a bit, as I have been going through a lot with my health. As you know I’m a diabetic, but it’s improving with the help of proper diet, exercise and great support. Sometimes, when your heart isn’t in something, you should put it down for a while, regroup and come back better than you left. Never be in a rush to produce something that is not going to be your very best. My life revolves around presentation and I don’t put out content that I will not be proud of and that you won’t find value in. I hope that you will continue to take this journey with me! Have a great September and I will see you all here next week!

XOXO Kimsue

Photos by Rosemarie Moore

Striped blouse || White Skinny Jeans (Similar) || Floral Pumps (Sold Out) || Chain Link Bag

Entry 061: Friendships 

Pick your friends like you pick your fruit ~ Erykah Badu

My mother always said that great friends are hard to come by and friendships work two ways. You can’t expect a great friend if you are not yourself, a great friend. Throughout my life I’ve had many relationships with women and called a lot of them my friends, but I had to learn the hard way that everyone is not. I’ve always been a person who trusted very easily and didn’t doubt you until you gave me reason to. I have grown into a person that takes a good, long, hard look at the people in my life reevaluates and eliminates accordingly.
I have never been good at letting people go, but once I see how insincere people are, I tend to fall back and let things die out slowly. I have let a lot of people go from my life and I don’t regret it. You can’t be friends with people who are trying to compete with and one up you. Those are not your friends, they’re acquaintances.
The few people that are in my life right now are the ones who’ve never made me question their friendships and support me, as I do them. I am a great friend and support people even when it’s not to my benefit, because that is what a good friend does.

Thank you for stopping by!

I love you, I mean it! 💙 Kimsue

Photos by Rosemarie Moore

Floral Moto Jacket (Old) || Dress || Caged Pumps