Sumaira McCloud

I've posted a few videos and a blog or two on my recent lifestyle change and accomplishments. I decided to finally put some time into this blog, and share some of my techniques and frequently asked questions! I hope this can maybe inspire someone else, who once like me thought they could never lose weight or get their ideal body. I began my journey on January 30, 2013. My desire to be healthier and lose weight didn't start there, however. All my life I remember being the "bigger" friend in most of my crowds. Whether I was truly large as a person didn't matter. In comparison, I always stood out . Over the years being 5'8'' I always managed to stay between 150 pounds and slowly gain until one day I reached 206 pounds. At first, I was in denial. I truly believed that others "didn't see it", simply because I felt I dressed well enough to "hide" my body, and I often took photo's of myself that complimented me (or so I thou

The reason many do not know that someone is an abuser is because there is no tag worn when someone has a personality to be abusive. The woman or man in a relationship being abused are typically the only ones at first who witness it, until they reach out and finally tell their friends or family.  So, as a stranger, how do you know? Do you know? Will you ever know? The man or woman in a nice outfit with that bright smile who gets their non-fat grande latte every morning you wave at could very well be a man or woman who is suffering on the inside, having anger problems, and is unable to have the confidence or courage to reach out for help. They are the abuser. Everyone knows him or her as a popular, loveable, handsome/beautiful, rich, outgoing and basically quote on quote, perfect. When and if you ever witness a small sign of someone having an anger issue, do not take it lightly. Yelling and easily frustrated are the top two signs of someone who has an abusive/unstable personali

Why did you do it? Was it worth it? You not only hurt me, you hurt my future. I am never going to be the same. What about me was so tempting that you had to fuck it? I was only ten. I was innocent. I am innocent. But you tried to take that away. You wanted power? You felt like you got it. Guess what? You dont have power. You have the opposite. You claim you couldnt control yourself. That's weakness. Everyone knows that. Being in control means being able to say NO to your disgusting self. Youre below an animal. Was it my blond hair? Is that what youre attracted to? Or was it the way my face got red after I ran from the mailbox back into the kitchen? Did you want to be up close and personal? Did you need to feel alive? You know most people just get tattoos. But not you, you'd rather ink my privates with your own God given needle. Your huge, filthy, undeserving needle. I hate what you did. I hate that God allowed it to happen. If there is a God, why would He allow pain and suffe

I don't know you yet, nor do I know if you'll be a baby boy or baby girl. What I do know is that I think of you a lot and wonder what kind of child you'll be. Each time I log onto my least favorite social networking site, I am bombarded with other people's creations of little boys or little girls. I am genuinely happy for them, but it scares the living shit out of me. In order to meet you I'll have to most likely PUSH you out of me, seeing as I dont plan to have a C-section. I want to know so badly what you will look like. I already imagine a tan, darker complextion because of your father. I want you to know so much yet I want to protect you from it all as well. You arent even here yet. Im going to bring you into a world of hate, disgust, and racism, but you will rise above it all. You being bi-racial will be a beautiful thing in itself. I pray you are born healthy and perfect, but if God has other plans I will be the best care-taker anyone has ever seen. Whethe