“There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.”—Buddha (via bullshitgalore)
When I was home last month the guy that I was (a piece of me still is) really into asked me an interesting question. "If you could be any race, what would it be?" Without any hesitation my response was I wouldn’t change a thing. I love being black! I love the color of my skin and the culture that has made me who I am today. Now I have been told on numerous occasions that I am white washed, been called an oreo, and have also been told I act different… not like most black girls I suppose. Think what you want, but I couldn’t be happier of the race that has made me into the woman I am today.
I feel like this needs to be continued, but for now I’m fine with this random rant… It was on mind…
“I don’t like ass kissers, flag wavers or team players. I like people who buck the system. Individualists. I often warn people: “Somewhere along the way, someone is going to tell you, ‘There is no “I” in team.’ What you should tell them is, ‘Maybe not. But there is an “I” in independence, individuality and integrity.’” Avoid teams at all cost. Keep your circle small. Never join a group that has a name. If they say, “We’re the So-and-Sos,” take a walk. And if, somehow, you must join, if it’s unavoidable, such as a union or a trade association, go ahead and join. But don’t participate; it will be your death. And if they tell you you’re not a team player, congratulate them on being observant.”—
Now nothing but accessories and shoes appeal to me on the majority of the fashion blogs I’ve come across in the past few months. Why is that you ask? Because although at some point in my life I dawned a petite size 2 figure, I have never been a stick figure. I have always carried a fuller bust and behind… hips more so than anything.
So why is it that the top blogs appeal to mainly the 5’7-5’9, 110 lbs, A cup (maybe B cup) woman? Is there no where in this cyber world we live in that can portray the fashion sense that fit me (32 D-DD, 26-28 in waist, 36 in the hips… thanks mom!) and women like me anywhere? If there is, please alert me! If not, can one of my fashion savvy associates get on top of that? HHHmmm is taking matters into my own hands the only option? Playing Captain Save Em (fashionably speaking) wasn’t what I had in mind, but I will do it if need be!
Anywho, I just had to get that off of my mind… I am sure there are plenty who feel the same way. I am here to voice OUR opinion for you! Ok, until next time!
For the last five years or so I have developed this fascinating obsession with the many different breeds of exotic birds. They really intrigue me with their ability to come and go as they please, the way they flaunt their beautiful feathers, but mostly how free they are. I mostly have a soft spot for Love Birds. The way they protect each other amazes me. It’s like their love is never ending.