Goofy Chick with Intelligence :-D You Can't Beat It
22 . JMU Alum . AKA . 1st Gen Colleg Grad
I dance in the rain, and cuddle in the sun
I pretend Im Beyonce and perform Daily. Want a Front Row ticket?
I make YouTube videos about random topics
Im a Dreamer, stuck in Reality
I'm a Ninja too, so you GOTTA LOVE me
So I finally figured out what I want to do with this Tumblr thing. Ive been trying to decide what to do with this ever growing social network connected world.
It’s easy to blog about the BS life throws at us, The things we yearn for, but why not use this as a tool to better ourselves?
A few weeks ago I tumblrd a post depicting how I wanted to make over myself. And a few hours later I deleted… I came to the conclusion that nothing is wrong with me now.
I hate when I get in those weird self pity moods. It’s like one person says one negative thing about me & I feel like I need to change myself. I may laugh about it then, but when I get alone I constantly think about how I can change myself so that I don’t get that kind of backlash again.
One occasion was when a dear friend was kind enough to tell me that a shade of lipstick I wore was receiving alot of criticism. I laughed about it, wiped the lipstick off and threw it away immediately. After looking at pictures where I wore the lipstick, I cried. Not because I thought I looked ugly but because I liked the way the lipstick looked and yet because others didn’t, I changed myself for their acceptance.
This kind of bullshit has to stop.
If not for me, for my daughters, my granddaughters, my neices, etc.
WHO CARES, what “others” think? If you like it, then what’s wrong with it?
If you opt to wear a pleated skirt, while everyone is wearing fitted forever21 mini skirts, WHO CARES?
If you like to shop at the thrift store over Neiman & Marcus, WHO CARES?
Red lipstick on black skin, Blue lipstick on light skin, WHO CARES?
I didn’t tumblr this to speak about anger, but instead to introduce my new concept:
The Brittany Project.
This Tumblr will now reflect the positives in my life.
The positives that others may shun, disagree with or laugh at. All of which is fine, because this project is not about anyone but ME.
From my dark skin that others may regard as ugly
My Big Nose that I know I inherited from my African heritage
My thick waist that will NEVER. Be the size 4, like my line sisters
My big arms that I got honest From my Grandma…
Every inch of Me, I will celebrate & learn to love.
Feel free to follow my journey, feel free to criticize, feel free to begin your own journey to Self Love…
Feel free to be you!
Because that’s exactly what I intend to be.
Womankind is beautiful. Black women are beautiful. So, then, I posed the following questions to many black women on my campus today, and received various answers… I was not satisfied.
Maybe tumblr can answer better.
Took the words right out of my mouth!!!!