Wash Away

Dress: Express, Necklace: Vintage Lucky Brand, Scarf, Ring, & Bangles: Vintage, Shoes: TopShop, Photography by Larry Everage ( larryeverage.com)






Wash Away

All the grief and the sadness
All the craziness and madness
All the guilt and regrets
All the tricks and losing bets

Wash Away

I cleanse myself of any pain
To make room for future gain
My body will remain
My soul will retain...
My heart will sustain

I'll wash away with all my tears
Any doubt and any fears
Accumulated through the years
My faith never steers
Though my path may switch gears

Wash Away

Let the lessons of my youth
Be the only living proof
That my future has no roof
My past does not define my truth

                                                 Wash Away                                                  


Multilayered Ladies

Wardrobe provided by  Saint Claude Social Club (Ig: @saintclaudesocialclub), Photography: Lauren Massey (Ig: @lboots)

To the multilayered ladies...

I love you
You're necessary
Don't let them complicate you
Don't let them abuse your magic
Nevermind the ones who don't understand you
You're not meant for everyone
Don't let them compare you
Don't let them squeeze you into that little box
You don't fit in and that's ok

Your words are like spells
Your thoughts are outlandish
Your mind goes to infinity and beyond
You're the real deal
So real the fake can't even translate
Reality checks in with you

Your layers are thick and hard to peel
No knives can cut through
No tools can unscrew
Don't let them mold you
Don't let their fears hold you
You're the bravest of the brave

You're golden
A diamond in the ruff
A gem
A hidden treasure
Not everyone can see your value
And some that do don't always know what to do

Don't let them tell you you're too much
You are enough
You're more than enough...
You're everything and more
You're more than most..

It's not easy being you, I know
They'll try to bring you down
They'll put thoughts in your head..
"You're difficult" No, you're a challenge
"You're too outspoken" No, you're assertive
"You're unpredictable" No, you're spontaneous
"You're emotionally unstable" NO...you know how to feel

They'll project their insecurities
Try to make you what they want you to be
They'll speak negatively about you
Try to make you the villain
Don't believe the hype
You're what they wish they could be
The brave one
The risk-taker

You're the one someone's been wishing for
You're someone's wildest dream
You're the love of your own life
The joy in your own heart
This world needs more like you
This world needs more
This world needs you
This world is yours...

Don't let them take your world away


Dress: Hand-me-down, Shoes:  Elisabetta Franchi for Celyn b , Earrings: Funky Monkey , Rings: (right hand) Hand-me-down (left hand) Junkmasters , Lipstick: Eggplantish by Magnolia Makeup , Photography by: Taylor DeClue 


"Maybe some girls aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they are supposed to run wild until they find someone just as wild to run with."


My heart is like a jungle.

Mysterious and wild.

Exotic and wet.

Tropic and temperamental.

Never dry. 

Remote. Dense. Secluded.


My heart can never be tamed.

It should never be tolerated.

Travelers must take heed 

For you will see

The ever-inconsistencies

Of the heavy rainfalls and wild animals.

My heart must be met.

It must be matched.

It is free.

It is open...

And closed at the same time... 

Never interrupt the rhythm my jungle.

Follow the beat of the drums and the pluck of the strings.

Beautiful things, you'll find

In the shadows of the night. 

And under the shade of the trees.

Only the brave can sustain. 

Survival of the fittest.


These Walls

Romper: Summer Halves, Handbag: Coach, Shoes: Aldo Shoes

Photography by Scott Simon of iHeartNola (Ig: @iheartnola)

"If these walls could talk they'd tell me to go deep
Yelling at me continuously I can see
Your defense mechanism is my decision
Knock these walls down that's my religion
Walls feeling like they ready to close in
I suffocate then catch my second wind
I resonate in these walls
I don't know how long I can wait in these walls..."

-These Walls by Kendrick Lamar

Protective. Guarded. Private. Three sides of my personality that are easily misconstrued. Protective? Yes, because I've been through many battles with other people. Guarded? Yes, because I've been through enough battles with myself. Private? Absolutely, because my business is just that...MINE. These walls of mine have been in construction since before I could even grasp the concept that "not everyone is going to like you." 

I was that shy, awkward little girl in a predominantly black elementary school, that the kids would tease; because I dressed differently, spoke proper English, and was so sensitive that if you even looked at me funny, I'd burst into tears. The girls would exclude me because I was too different and the boys didn't look my way because I wasn't the shade they considered attractive . So I'd play by myself and sneak off to my favorite art teacher's T-building, to catch up on my latest creations.

*grabs brick and mortar* *starts building*  

I was STILL that shy and awkward girl in a predominantly black middle school, that the kids couldn't really figure out. There were kids I considered friends, but looking back, I don't know if the feeling was ever mutual on their end. I was a late bloomer, so the boys still didn't look my way and at this age the girls had become more blunt about their exclusion. So I would just keep myself involved in extracurricular activities (art, yearbook staff, piano, service cubs, etc.).

*Insecurities [Walls] gradually building*

I was that young girl in a culturally diverse, (and academically esteemed) high school, that felt like I finally had room to be who I always felt I was on the inside. I wasn't the smartest, but I was average. Most of my peers still didn't understand me but there were some (that still have a place in my life) that saw more in me; even more than I saw in myself. I started getting a little bit of attention from boys, but by that time I'd already convinced myself that I was unattractive and that their interest masked their ulterior motives. Still petite, small boobs, skinny legs, not at all what the boys wanted (or so I thought). I was friends with a variety of groups, but I don't think I was ever really a part of any of them. I liked many of my peers and actively sought approval/friendships from them. I can't say that the efforts were reciprocated, but at the time I didn't care because at least they liked me [from what I wanted to believe]. I kept myself involved in dance and visual arts, using them as my safeguard.

11 years later... *walls all the way up*

I'm a young adult now. Still awkward and shy, with a touch of extrovert. Still misunderstood, but no longer caring what people think. Still learning how to love and find myself, while accepting love from others. Still kind and open to making new friends and having more success with it. I'm connecting with like-minded individuals and disconnecting with bad habits and broken friendships. I've been gradually finding success in the dating department, though the lessons are ever overflowing. [Come through lessons!!] I've grown to be more comfortable in my skin; loving my body more and more [*checks ass and thighs in the mirror* Yep, I'm good!]. I've now accepted the fact that I am indeed VERY different [self-proclaimed wierdo], and have learned to embrace all that comes with it. I've been gravitating more toward sincere and positive relationships. The Universe seems to agree with me. I'm trusting myself more, and from that becoming more trusted by others.  

Balance is the key.

These Walls that appear to have barricaded my life, are not necessarily keeping people out. They're only creating a boundary; a hurdle for those who are brave enough to try crossing. It's perfectly healthy to have boundaries, but maybe not-so healthy to keep people out. So I guess I can say that I've started building bridges over those walls. So people can easily cross over and get to know the real Christine Marie Hamilton. The walls are certainly not  going anywhere. Tolls will be paid in understanding, openness, love, joy, and will be reciprocated to all those who are willing to share it. Welcome to my life!