Saturday, March 31, 2012
My friends on Facebook are bona fide cut-ups and comedians, and I find myself laughing straight into my computer screen more times in the day than a reasonably sane person probably ought to. Scrolling through my newsfeed yesterday, I noticed a picture someone posted with the caption, “Harpo, who dis woman?” I chuckled at the silly quip, per usual, but then I squinted. It was Lil’ Kim. I’ve seen her methodically morph from a brown-skinned around-the-way cutie to a plastic surgery chopped and screwed caricature. Most recently, she’s had a set of ri-damn-diculous butt implants saddled to her rump that, on her tiny frame, make her look like she’s hauling some serious junk in her trunk.
I don’t even criticize her so much. I mean, it’s sad to watch someone with so much self-loathing and so much determination to alter their perceived flaws chip at themselves procedure by procedure until they’ve outwardly become a completely different person. Most of us don’t have the money to fuel a plastic surgery addiction; a trip to the beauty supply store for a fresh set of lashes and maybe a new pack of weave is about as far as it can go with the economy the way it is. But I wonder how many of us would nip at this or tuck at that if money wasn’t a consideration and we could naturally make the change, meaning we weren’t destined to end up having a sneaky pic of our backside end up a topic of conversation on somebody’s Facebook page.
Kim’s decision to plump her assets is reflective of a new obsession and over-emphasis on booty. Once upon a time, Black women had to defend our curvy figures because they didn’t fit the standard image of mainstream beauty. We argued that our bodies, though thicker in certain parts, even amongst the thinner sisters, are just as beautiful. Then hip-hop celebrated the shapeliness of the Black woman’s brickhouse body type. We lost control of our own body image and eventually, it wasn’t so much of an acknowledgement of our beauty as a hot commodity that every sister worth her salt had to have in order to be considered desirable and attractive.
On more than one occasion, I’ve heard guys comment as bands of young ladies walked by that some were cute, but they didn’t have enough butt. I’ve seen girls tear themselves down and curse their own completely adorable shapes because they felt they weren’t stacked enough. I’ve seen more than my fair share of women trying to use the iron maiden contraptions that are body shapers to give the illusion of the full breasts, itty bitty waistline and big, boomin’ backsides we’re all supposed to have.
It doesn’t help that statistics have us all hepped up on this fantastical shortage of Black men and ever-dwindling possibility of getting married. So competition is high out here for a husband and, in some circles, ladies are doing whatever is necessary to put themselves in the running. A bangin’ body is a must-have. A job, good credit and personality, all that is nice. But dudes aren’t checking for your business card or your FICO score when they size you up and decide if they want to talk to you. They’re checking out the features on your lean, mean, sexual fantasy machine. And this thirstiness is what’s driving otherwise rational, reasonable women to meet seedy characters in hotel rooms and have their butts injected with concoctions that only God and chemical engineers know consist of.
We used to have to fight to have our beauty recognized. Now our beauty is being crammed into this monolithic, one-size-must-fit-all standard that’s putting pressure on girls and even mature women. Meanwhile, the dudes who rate and berate our bodies, at least a good half of the time, don’t have any business under the sun offering up criticism on anybody else’s physique. They’ve got pot bellies. Man boobs. No muscle tone to speak of. Love handles, chicken chests and flat tails of their own. But somehow, they feel entitled to slam a sister her for what they feel are physical shortcomings. We’ve got to stop propping these guys up like their houses ain’t made of glass.
This June marks the anniversary of the pivotal release of “Baby Got Back,” the song that will never die. It’s taken on a whole new meaning since Sir-Mix-a-Lot wanted to cheerlead the sistergirl shape. In the end, we all, including Lil’ Kim, have to be comfortable and happy in our own skin and if she finds peace in changing her parts and pieces like a real-life Barbie, then more power to her. But I hope she and other women will pause to reflect on why they feel like they need to make those changes. God made you fierce, fabulous and wonderful. And that entails more than being just a big butt and a smile.
Read more: http://www.essence.com/2012/03/30/the-write-of-die-chick-your-beauty-is-not-in-your-booty/#ixzz1qip8bFek
Friday, March 30, 2012
They say God speaks in pictures and this film spoke so much to me. I just loved it from start to finish! some of the questions in the film i have asked myself! realizing the sacrifice one makes when kids come into play! also thinking of a new line of cards i wanted to start! all the questions I asked myself were answered in this film!! Hollywood gets a bad rap and sometimes it's well deserved! but after seeing this one I can say they got it right!! just be ready to get out the tissues!! a tear jerker for sure! the kids in this movie did such a great job the whole cast was wonderful!! another movie to add to the collection!!:))
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
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Wednesday, March 21, 2012
I can only imagine being in the studio when this track was presented! i can imagine just sitting there bobbing my heAD UP AND DOWN SEARCHING FOR THE RIGHT WORDS!! WHEN A SONG IS PLAYED AND YOU HEAR THE first take of the song and it hits you and jumps right at you then you know you have a hit on your hands!!would love to know the process of a song from other songwriters! like which comes first the melody or the lyrics!!maybe even both at the same time!!:))
When I saw this on fashion tv I was so amazed!! I had never seen anything like it.Alexander was one of my most very favorite if you can say it like that designers!!! I loved his creaive spirit! he always seemed like someone who would not be around for along time! like one who knew he had to give his all because there would be one day or moment that he would be gone! I always felt there was a sadness to him! maybe not so much sadness but lonely! maybe he was just shy and quiet! like most artists are. I hope you enjoy this as much as i do:) R.I.P
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Need to lose belly fat fast!:) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yL_dE81O_mw
Peace be still
Keep moving and keep trusting!😉 they would not call it walking by faith if you could see it right?
Playing around with a few things:) was up on pinterest and google last night looking up stationery product photography ideas. getting better...