The Book Signing: Bring your copy of my bestselling book, The Raw Truth: A Pimp Daughter’s Diary, or purchase one on-site (come early to get yours before they are sold out!), and let’s grab a photo together.
It’s time to set yourself free
to live your most authentic and abundant life!
and I know because I’ve done it.
On December 8, 2017, I, Dr. Venus Opal Reese, discovered fibroid tumors that were pissing off my kidneys, forcing me to have an emergency hysterectomy. The stress of my marriage and the non-stop pressure of growing a multi-million-dollar home-based business were taking their toll—and my body was the outlet. It was breaking down, leaving me only one option…
I prayed a prayer that imploded my life: “God, please get what’s in the way out of the way to fulfill my destiny.”
NEVER did I think it would be the end of my marriage.
NEVER did I dream it would mean ongoing treatments and procedures to heal my body. And NEVER, EVER, EVER did I think my business, which grossed $5 mil+ in less than six years, would burn to the ground.
But it was.
These experiences were all catalysts.
The root cause for these catastrophes was born on the streets. My father, who was a hustler and a pimp, kept my mother from aborting me but left me to the streets. My momma put me out starting at 12. By the time I was 16, I was a surviving on the streets by eating out of trashcans, sleeping in piss and beer, and picking up the crumpled Hennessey and Coke-stained dollar bills for the strippers off the floor so I could get a cut.
I was taught that I was a piece of shit and didn’t deserve to breathe free air.
I believed what I was taught. I hated myself, and I buried that self-hate under success. By the time I discovered I had tumors, I had all the trappings of success (i.e., mansion, Mercedes, Lexus, quarterly vacations all over the world, etc.), but it was a panic-driven sprint. I was always trying to outrun the voice of my mother telling me I would never amount to shit and the absence of the one person who loved me enough to fight for my life: my father.
I had made it out, but I couldn’t outrun the unhealed trauma held deep in my body.
I couldn’t ignore the massive amounts of change, the signs, and the crumbling…
It truly WAS the answered prayer!