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Who Nola Chic represents

Someone asked me who is my target market, who do I think will relate to my message and I wrote this in response. I hope you have time to read it and give me your feedback.

I represent every Nola Chic born & raised in Nola. Desire Project Born, Uptown Chic, Project Chic, Street Chic, Teen Mom Chic who left New Orleans in the early 90s to avoid the grave or prison cell, I am that Nola Chic Who Made It Out Just In Time.

I was College Life Chic, Working 2-3 Jobs for my kids Chic, Made it to the Suburbs Chic, Overcame Health Issues Chic, Entrepreneur Hustling Chic, Bad & Bougie Chic there’s not one woman I can not relate to. I’m all of you, I’m a Nola Chic.

I know what it feels like go on a run with ya Drug Dealer Boyfriend/ Husband Chic. I was that Visting Prisoner Chic and that Mama come get me outta this Jail Chic..

 I’m that Chic who married because I believed in Fairytales and that Chic, who quickly learned its all a Tall Tale, let’s just say a Lie, but keep on Believing Him Chic.

Im that Chic who worked hard and overcame adversity Chic. Im that Suburb Chic who live in amongst the wealthy white people, the only BLACK Chic on the block with the biggest house that sat on the hill kind Chic.

I know what it’s like to have abundance and live in lack the next day. I’m that Hit the Bottom Chic and will make it back to The Top Chic.

I am the product of all the women who have been apart of my world, regardless of their social economical or educational status. I’m that Chic that paid attention, got pulled under Her Wing of another Chic.

From my God fearing Grandmother, who taught me to lean on God’s promises for me, to be loving, suppprtive and kind to people Missionary Worker Chic. I’m that Chic whose Mama showed her that after ya Big Time Daddy gone, Im gonna show you how Mama’s take care of theirs, providing and teaching about being a woman and loving the skin I’m in kind Chic. I’m that Chic who had influences from the women some label Crackheads to Bougie Chics, they all instilled in me nuggets of themselves that made me whole.

So, when you come across me trying to figure me out, just know I am that Chic you look in the mirror at. I’m every Chic that was told she wouldn’t make it & did and still climbing to the top. I know what the walk of life that we go through looks and feels like. One minute you up and the next you are down, but we never give up and we keep on pushing thru this life of ours, praying knowing the best is yet to come.

I’m here to tell Our Story, but I need You to be a part of it too. So, If you see me know that I Am That Chic, Im cool & understand how you feel Chic. 💖👠👑

 Nola Chic ⚜💛🖤👑💁🏾💯

Here are a few of the many faces of Me…and for the record I’m not just about my Nola Chics, but I love and want to encourage all my Chics, all my Sister’s all over the world.

Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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