I’m Andreana 🙂 My family and friends also call me Ana. I share my life with my husband and our 3 children we nicknamed ‘Pandas’. I’m just here intentionally living, sharing intimately and bonding truthfully.
Mother of Pandas
is my social media extension where I can express myself intimately and bond or share with people who have similar thoughts, ideas, struggles, and triumphs.
motherhood and marriage, hair and beauty topics, my journey through depression/low-self worth to positive mental health, and anything under the sun that I have the urge to write about.
More about this blog here .
At the end of that month when he asked if I’d be up for something on my day off work, my response was “What’s that something?”. I’m sure a definitive answer of yes or no would’ve sufficed, no answer was again the route I took.
The possibility and idea of being pregnant just weeks after a proposal from my boyfriend to spend our lives together seemed like the craziest of coincidences.
What matters most is that on the days when I feel I’m on my last strike – I take a deeper breath & let it all out, hug and kiss my family and remember that it’ll all be great.
There is never a dull moment with these crazy guys. From the moment I met my husband through all the ups, downs, ins and outs!
Improving personal health one step at a time. Featuring DIY’s, talk therapy, hairstyles for natural hair, wellness, home etc etc.
Natural hair tutorials, product review, daily vlogs, get ready with me’s
As a child I was basically ashamed of my natural hair that grew out of my head, that was passed down from my mother and ancestors, that I will in turn pass down to my children. All these years I was stuck in the mind state of thinking my kinks and curls were ugly and unmanageable. In reality I never took the time to understand how to even take care of my hair texture properly, to love and appreciate it.End of an era
I post them in celebration of myself. For self-love. They are a reflection of a moment in time that I felt happy & secure and loved who I was seeing in the mirror. A remembrance that I didn’t look in the mirror that morning & felt like garbage and continued to feel so regardless of what had to be done that day. Self-love is something I’ve finally started embracing now, at the age of 26.Quick pic with encore