Sassy Mormon

I thought I would share my testimony which I am going to be sharing at the first ever musical Fireside in Barbados. I don't think we've ever had a fireside here. I hope you enjoy it. Much love- The Sassy Mormon Life comes full circle and so did my conversion. More than fifty years ago on a street in London, England missionaries contacted the matriarch of my family. My mother, a baby at the time had no idea that one day she would call herself a member. Despite the missionaries best efforts, my grandmother refused to join the church under the guise that no black members were allowed. Some fifty-some odd years later, I joined the church after months of doubt, fear and judgment from family members who could not understand my decision to join " That Church" . And yes they did call it "That Church"   When I first joined the church, I was so afraid. I was so angry and had so much doubt about what I had done that I kept telling myself that I would leave af...

Words sting. When I was in high school, a classmate looked at me on day and told me I was ugly. At first I shrugged it off because I had never heard someone say such insulting things to me before. He made it his mission every day to drill it into my skull that I was ugly and nobody liked me on a daily basis. I had the wrong friends during this time who never stood up for me and allowed that bully to tear apart the little self-confidence I had. Suddenly I became exactly what he wanted me to be. I became ugly. I stopped taking photos with my friends during our adventures out and started avoiding hanging out with people altogether. In the darkness of my brain I heard the bully's insults like a stuck record each morning as I got ready for school. Ugly...Worthless...Nothing...Invisible. After a while I gave up. I stopped talking and avoiding social situations completely existing only in the school library where I drowned myself in reading every book possible. If I was ugly i...