Category: Lady Flava’s Journey
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RealTalk|Where’s The Plus Petite
Finding clothes shouldn’t feel like a struggle… but for plus petite women, it often is. This isn’t just about affordability—it’s about being seen, sized, and styled correctly. Let’s talk about the real issue. 🌻
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H&W|Physical Therapy
Sometimes your body doesn’t need you to push harder… It needs you to get the right support.
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Sunday Evening Reflection
Sometimes the most powerful part of your day isn’t what you did… it’s how you sit with it when it’s over. A quiet sunset, a few small wins, and a reminder that showing up is enough.
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H&W|Deconditioning of The Muscles
Sometimes your body changes before your mind catches up. If you’ve been feeling it… you’re not alone. Let’s talk about it. 🌿
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🌿 Tower Window Wildlife – Introduction 3/29/2026 Lady Flava
I didn’t set out to create anything… I just started looking out my window. And over time, I realized how much life was right there— birds coming and going, quiet moments, simple beauty. So I decided to share it. This space is just that… A view from my tower window, and the moments that come…
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A Taste of Flava|My Blog Is a Time Capsule
Sometimes the quiet things we do every day become more meaningful than we realize. Writing has slowly become a place where I leave pieces of my thoughts, reflections, and life experiences behind. My blog has turned into something more than posts and stories—it has become a time capsule. A place where my children, family, or…
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ASipOfFlava\Going Into Work Today
Some mornings bring more than just coffee. Today I’m walking into clinic not only as a staff member, but also as a patient having an important conversation with my doctor about working safely while living with chronic pain. Sometimes life asks us to face hard truths and have honest conversations about what support looks like…
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Tower Window Wildlife with Lady Flava|Vol.3
From my tower window in West Seattle, the morning after a storm turned into an unexpected wildlife show. Poe the crow on patrol, starlings hopping through the cedar, a seagull riding the wind, and the memory of a bald eagle perched high above the neighborhood. All while I’m trying to answer patient calls and wondering……

