Felecia Causey's Blog

My name is Nikki, I have a 9 year old son named Cameron who has Autism. Cameron was born 2 months early weighing   3lbs., 11oz.   He needed extra attention and care because his lungs weren’t   fully developed. As time went by and he started to grow, I started to notice he wasn't doing things kids his age were doing. At 1-1/2 years old he wasn’t   talking, not even saying mama.   All he would do was squeal and was very frustrated. So when I took him to his pediatrician he said it was normal, because he was premature, he would be a little behind kids his age. So I gave the doctor the benefit of the doubt. But as time went on,   I started to notice other things about Cameron.   He couldn't stand loud noise, he wasn’t   playing with his toys the right way, making eye contact, and would rather be to himself. When he turned 3 years old he still wasn’t   saying too much of anything. So I made another appointment with his doctor, he did his evaluation and referred him to

Written By: Felecia Causey Photos By: Felecia Causey Model: Laken McManus (Laken McManus) is only a model for this post, she is not the character or affiliated with anyone in the story) I met this guy three years ago, and while we were together, I worked two jobs, while going to school. He had a job at a great company, working mostly night shifts. I tried cooking everyday, but he complained about my food, and when I didn't cook he complained also. He would come home, throw his dirty laundry on the bedroom floor, but I wouldn't say anything. I would always clean it up. He would make big messes in the kitchen and leave piles of dirty dishes in the sink, but again I didn't fuss or complain, I would just clean it up too. I wanted to be a good girlfriend, so I did what I thought was expected, to be a good woman. I loved him, and I did way more for him, than I did for anyone else from previous relationships. I purchased him name brand clothes, and all the latest new

Although I am currently a resident of Montgomery, Alabama, I was once a ward of New York State. I entered the Foster Care system at the age of 14. I belonged the state of New York until the age of 21. I, along with my older sister, had no other alternative due to our harsh and uncomfortable circumstances. My mother, who started using drugs at the tender age of 19, struggled with her crack addiction for many years. For as long as I can remember, she has been off and on drugs my entire life. I lived with my grandmother from the ages of 4 to 13 as a result of my mother’s inability to take care of me. When I was 13 and my sister 14, we were sent to live with my mother upon her request. Shortly after we moved to New York, she started using drugs again. She became physically abusive which resulted in our placement into the system. Both my sister and I went to different places and never returned to my mother until we aged out of care. I wish I could tell you that t

Written By: Felecia Causey Model: Dibresha Standberry (Dibresha Standberry is only a model for this post, she is not the character or affiliated with anyone in the story) I met my husband at a family function, when he came over with my cousin. I had moved out of town for college, so I had lost contact with a lot of people. I thought he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had the prettiest smile and green eyes. I wasn't aware he was married until he propose to me, one year after what I thought was a relationship. With the feelings I had for him, I really didn't care, and I just wanted to be with him. The first time I encountered the ex-wife was when we met her to pick up their daughter. If looks could kill, I would of died on site. Even with the hatred on her face for me, there was hurt in her eyes. It didn't take hardly any time for the divorce to become final. We immediately got married, since I wouldn't allow him to move in with me unt

Written By: Felecia Causey Photos By: Felecia Causey Models: Misty Davis, Tamara Zeigler, and Brittney Artis The industry, the television, the Internet, and social media has pounded women,  with the idea of the perfect body . The message being sent to women is that they are not pretty or skinny enough. Images of females bodies are everywhere. Women bodies are used to sale mostly everything. The importance of a thin body has been used as a measure of a woman's worth. "Ordinary" women have received the message that they are always in need of refinement. The females body is looked on as an object, used for verbal abuse. The reminder of her body's imperfection can be a constant criticism and put downs. As a mother to a 12 years old girl, I am constantly telling her how beautiful she is, and that beauty is more than skin deep. I tell her to embrace every flaw or imperfection and love herself. Many of us feel insecure, compares ourselves to others, and find