No Shame

No Shame

By Ivorie Nicole

There comes a time where you are going to have to stop caring about what other people think.


Not just the people at work, school, or in public. But the people you call family. 


Through a very difficult and raw emotional journey I learned that I am responsible for my happiness, my own success and all that revolves around who I allow into my life.


Learning that I need to cut ties with all the things that don’t serve me was hard. 


There is a delicate balance between learning how to love your loved ones even when what they think is right for you is not what you know is right for you. 


I had to find understanding in that people fall victim to their own perspective, myself included. 

I had to accept that there will always be more to learn and more to do.


I found the confidence to know my perspective was my own, my path was my own, my life was my own. I define my life & need to very careful about who I allow to influence my decisions. 


With time and practice, I continue to learn to listen to their advice, learn from their mistakes and take the knowledge from their stories and apply it where it is appropriate for me. 


During the times their words are not appropriate for my own alignment I have learned to become confident in making my own decisions and to shamelessly make my own decision with confidence but I must note, I do my best not to act out of ego. 


Isolation is not the answer.


Shame is not the answer.


Shame makes you feel like you’re not good enough.

You are worthy of love, you are good enough and you are allowed to set a new standard.


Don’t let your ego be your compass. 




Be shameless but in the most poise of ways.


There is no shame in being honest.


There is no shame in being vulnerable.


There is no shame in being kind.


There is no shame in standing up for yourself.


There is no shame in loving yourself.


But trust that everything is working together on a divine level.


You just need to choose to trust, accept, & respond with the good.


So, just let it go.


Let go of what your family thinks is best for you.


Let go of bad habits.

Let go of limiting beliefs.

Let go of toxic people.

Let go of toxic thoughts.

Let go of toxic behaviors.


Stop mistreating people & remember to treat people the way you want to be treated.

If you live shamelessly, you will find peace in letting go of the outside press imposed by the ones around you. 


You see, most confidence in making a decision comes specifically from understanding, really getting to the root of the problem.


I am shameless because I know I have pure intentions. 

Spread the word

“Pain is certain, suffering is optional.” – Buddha

Kiss of Life

Kiss of Life

By Ivorie Nicole

There is a powerful 2 ounce muscle resting inside our mouth.

Behind our jaw is the greatest power we can have,

it touches everyone, by touching no one.

It’s our tongue.

Our words, are those who our words effect,

those whose lips we have kissed,

those whose lives we have whispered to.

Reckless words pierce you deep like a sword.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

but words will break hearts.

Words can’t hurt me, that’s a lie, words have broken my heart.

Words spoken can haunt you for days, months, even years.

It’s a poison that kills slowly.

A smitten tongue, has a harmful mind; a self hazard.

Just close your mouth.

Sticks and stones may break bones but words will break hearts.

Words can’t hurt me, that’s just a lie, words will break your heart.

The lack of discipline to destroy the little around you, you’ve only betrayed yourself.

Our words hold great power.

Our tongue is the strongest weapon we have.

If you can control your tongue, you can control anything.

Our words have the power to create life and to create death.

You use your words to try to destroy me, to try to torture me, because you’re the one who is destroyed, you’re the one who’s tortured.


Your daunted words are wounds of your scars in your unspoken heart, not of my own being, but of yours.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will break a heart.

Words can’t hurt me, that’s a lie, words will break a heart.


The power of our words… they can build they can destroy, they can change us.

Use your tongue to heal and to love.

Your wounds are my wounds.

It’s not about winning or losing,

It’s never the problem against us, it’s us against the problem.

It’s not about who is right,

it’s not about who is wrong.

It’s not about who wins,

its’ not about who loses.

I am not your enemy,

I am for you, but you are so quick to destroy.

Please, speak solemnly.

It is the ultimate lie that words can’t hurt.

Your life of all material, all personal, & all beloved will die with your lie.

Please, speak less.

Even though you’ve hurt me, I don’t want you to hurt me anymore.

” We have two ears and one tongue so that we would listen more and talk less” – Diogenes

With love, Miss Ivorie.

Janus, Erase me.

Janus, Erase Me.

By Ivorie Nicole

In Roman religion Janus is an animistic spirit of doorways, a symbol for transition.

For so long every where I went reminded me of you.

Every song, every sound & every situation.

Every place good or bad.

Every meal I ordered & even every outfit I wore was haunted by the ghost of you.

I was to focused on being loyal and loving you through your pain that I pained myself.

I talked so much sense to you that I lost my own damn mind.

Now I’m not one to blame but damn,

you made me a hazard to myself.

So loyal to you I betrayed myself, so in love with you I stopped loving myself.

& you just left me crying on the cold hard floor.

It wasn’t until that moment I released I was the one who needed to stand because that floor was as cold as your heart, you didn’t even offer me your hand. 

You just opened the door & told me to go.

They say that every end is a new beginning that when one door closes another door opens. 

You paralyzed me into thinking that I’m an issue and that any door I open will only be a trick door leading me to no where. 

It’s a living hell when I can’t erase you from my mind.

So Janus, I’ve realized it’s impossible to say goodbye to you. 

So I’m not saying goodbye,

I’ll never erase you. I love you. 

Those moments of time will forever exist, I can’t change that, I can’t change what we were but I can change a few things, 

Janus, it’s time to let you go, 

People like you make me realize that

It’s true some are just incapable of love. 

I’ll embrace you being gone and cherish the time we had. 

I’ll love you for what you taught me and I’ll love you for letting me go. 

Your life is going somewhere I don’t belong & my life is going somewhere you don’t belong. 

As much as I want you there, you’re not supposed to be so it’s time to say so long my love. 

I love you, but I love myself more & I have to look at my reflection forever so, so long my love. 

Spread the word

” Learn to let go – this is the secret of happiness. In the end, only three things matter: how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.” – Buddha

With love, Miss Ivorie.

Like a Rose

Like a Rose

By Ivorie Nicole

The blood in my veins run red like a rose. 

Don’t get to close, for I have more thorns than a single rose.

All you see is the beautiful red velvet shape of a heart,

you won’t even notice red blood dripping from your flesh.

Cut by my thorn until you’ve picked me from my garden, just to let me die.

Buddha once said: 

 “if you like a flower, you just pluck it. But when you love a flower, you water it daily.”

Don’t like me, love me.

Or leave me alone & let me grow  in my own garden.

If I can learn anything from a rose,

it is resilience.

For even when I am dying, my wilt will return to a bloom.

But, don’t get to close for I have more thorns than a single rose.

Once picked, I cannot re-bloom but I can only wilt.

All you see is a red velvet shape of a heart, 

a heart you want to carry,

a heart you want to cherish, 

to love, 

to honor.

By the time you’ve realized it, my thorns will have cut the flesh of your delicate skin. 

I didn’t ask you to pick me or to like me, 

I asked you to let me grow in my own garden. 

I asked you to love me.

I cannot live with out my soil.

I love you but in order to love you I must be me.

Alone, alongside of you.

Let me grow through my seasons, for my roots can entangle with yours if we choose to grow together.

Spread the word

Self-love is not selfish; you cannot truly love another until you know how to love yourself. 

With love, Miss Ivorie.




No one saves us but ourselves. No one can. No one and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path. -Buddha

Struggle will find you faster than anything, it’s everywhere. 

You will learn to survive through struggle. 

Struggle will either make you strong or weak. 

Don’t be weak, don’t be ugly, don’t let your ego get you, just be strong.

Strength is physical, mental and emotional.

 It’s an attribute that develops over time, a muscle that grows the more you use it. 

Strength is one of those things that is measured by a character of easiness.

To be strong you must contain the following characteristics and nothing else.


Face conflict head on while co-instinctively continuing despite the diffuclty, despite the time it takes.

Calmly bear, or be willing to bear opposition, adversity or strain to reach your goal.

Reserve your thoughts, energy and only give it to things that are deserving. 

Hold yourself to a moral, ethical code of conduct.

Face your demons, don’t avoid them or you will become the worst version of them, become them by choice and then transform them.

It’s a process of healing, a process of growth that is exponential. 

To be strong is to embrace your feelings, accepting of who you are and where you have been.

It’s letting go, surrendering yourself to what was, leaving what was where it is.

Where you have been it matters, but  where you are going is determined by what you are focusing on today,

and no matter what happens, you are not going back, so stop looking that way.

Be strong, look forward to what will be and be okay with what was.

So many times we allow the things of our past to make us who we are.

The fear of betrayal, inadequacy, the fear to trust again can literally isolate ourselves to ourselves.

We can so easily become our worst enemy trying to control the outcome that we sabotage our own growth.

It isn’t easy, but if we think that everyone is going to hurt us, they will. 

Practice to master the skill of being water.

Nothing is softer, or more strong & flexible than water.

It can be anything, and is everywhere.

You get to choose. 

Spread the word

In the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the stream always wins- not through strength, but persistence.  – Buddha

With love, Miss Ivorie.