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[cherridawne]

The First of December

Not every child or fetus is born, but from the beginning I was given a fighting chance. I lived in her womb for nine months, kicking and punching her insides; fighting. I took my first breath on the first day of December in ‘92 and been fighting ever since. Now, I am still fighting for everything I have. I know nothing comes easy so maybe that’s why I push and fight for it all; I am a fighter.

Reflecting back on the 25 years of my life, there are numerous things I wish I did differently. But then I’d be a completely different person and I love who I am and who I am becoming. Over those years I have learnt a lot on ALL levels. I learnt about myself, others, and the world. I have met a lot of people who played their part in my life and I am very grateful for all of you. 

This year I wish to experience more out of life and to get more goals accomplished (including being more active on this blog).I look forward to see what God has in store for me and what he knows I am capable to handle. 25 is a remarkable accomplishment for many and now I am added to that list. 

December 1st was my day one and I’m going to fight for every day I am given. I am grateful for life and everything that comes along with it. Everyday is a new opportunity for me. Not every one gets a chance at life, so I am very grateful for mine. Lets make the best out of it! 

H A P P Y               T W E N T Y     F I F T H              B I R T H D A Y !

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Before my great grandma Mama Cherri's 80th birthday party! 💛🍒💚 #DoItForCherri #CherriDay (Taken with Instagram)