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Breaking the Silence

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This is a hard thing for me to do. But, I have felt for a while now that it is something I need to do. Please know that by my sharing, I am not looking for anyone's pity or sympathy. I am also in no way saying that what happened to me is as terrible as what is happening to the millions of people that have been or are currently in human trafficking situations.  My only hope is to try to bring light to a subject that is finally getting a lot of attention -- to try to help people better understand how they advocate for, and protect their children. ALL children.  It is up to us to GET LOUD for them today. And this is my small way of trying to do so. I hope that by sharing this, that my experience will begin to be used to bless others, rather than continue to hurt me as it has for so many years.  -- I was 13 years old.  Basically the only social media platforms that really existed were Facebook and MySpace. Facebook was just beginning to get popular so MySpace started los...

100 Days Later...

Oh blog posts..anyone else find them as therapeutic as I do? If not, try writing one. You'll understand. So here I am again, blogging about change. But this time, it is a change I have waited a long time for. The change of learning to love myself. 21.5 (exactly) years in the making. And here's how I did it: Hi, my name is Tiffany! In order to understand this story more, you have to know a little about me. For those that think you do, check your knowledge a little. ;) I am 21.5 years old TODAY! (It's my half birthday. Pretty big.) I am the youngest of 6 children. I have 2 older brothers, and 3 older sisters. We are all VERY different, but somehow still get along. I am the tallest of the girls, standing at 5'10". My brother likes to tease me and say I'm 6', but the doctors say 5'9.5" so let's stick with that! I have always been the tall girl. And not the super skinny model type. Also my last name is Lemon. So I am definitely one who understan...

Perfect!..In it's Imperfection

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Wow! It's been a while since I've done the blog thing. The last time I posted was about going on my mission, and fate would have it that this time will be about returning. Isn't it just great how life works out perfectly like that? I've never been a big blogger so I only post about things that really matter to me. And this is one. Time for the real talk. I've been home from my mission now not even 2 months. In ways it feels like forever. In ways it feels like yesterday. It also feels at times like my mission never happened. Like it was all a dream! Well, it definitely was not. That 18 months happened, and as I returned back to the real world, that all started hitting me. My family looked different, and there were 2 new children I had never met. Our home was the same, but after 20 years of wallpaper finally got a paint job! (It was a big deal!) Friends were married, having children, graduated from college, starting careers, traveling the world, etc. But even in...

"You're Going on a Mission?! What?!"

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I recently (as in Thursday) opened my mission call. It was a moment that I'd been waiting for ever since I made my decision to serve a mission. But what I really want to talk about is all the moments leading up to opening my call, because I feel like its something that I need to share. First off, let me state this: I feel like everyone needs to serve a mission. NOW, before you freak out on me, and throw tomatoes at me or something horrible like that, let me explain. Every person has a mission in this life. You don't have to leave everything you have, and go preach the gospel in a different place to be a missionary. You don't have to have a fancy letter to be called to the work. We are ALL called. Whether you preach through word, deed, example, or even through your gifts and talents, you are being a missionary. One of my very dear friends has stated when people ask if she's planning on serving a mission, "I feel like my music is my mission." You go girl. (I...

Jumping on the Bandwagon

Alright, I can already tell what you're thinking, "Another blog..seriously?" Yeah. Another blog. Seriously. You don't have to read it though. You're free to choose! Welcome to America folks.  So, as you can tell, I'm a bandwagon-er. I don't start trends, I follow them. So here I am: Blogging. Really, its a gift to you all. Basically I'm putting thoughts that I would write down in my journal, on the internet, available for all to see. Now you don't have to come into my room and search for it. You're welcome. :) Granted, that would be extremely creepy if you tried to do that, but you know, some people are creepy. Yet, we love them anyway. I've even had my creepy moments, but that will be a post for another time. And yes, there will be another time. It's exciting. You can jump a few times if you please. I did. That kind of leads into what I want to post about, but not really, so I'm just going to go for it: WHO CARES?! (Don't...