Do NOT come for me...Unless I send for you!

It's 2015 is it not?

Clearly you have answered yes.  Now that we've gotten that out the way let me tell you what happened today.  Then you will understand why I asked.

For those of you that don't know I am half Native and half White. There's a little creole in there too but a few generations back.  At any rate, like my lineage would suggest, my hair grows pretty fast.  I hate doing it.  I hate wrapping at night.  I hate flat ironing in the morning.  I just really hate the maintenance that goes with wearing my hair down.  Therefore, when I go to the beauty salon and "up-do" or some kind of synthetic extension is what I choose.  The less upkeep on my part the better I like it.  However, this past week I have been wearing it bone straight and the back is almost to the middle of my back.

Oh yea, today.  So I walked in and a woman in the building asks "Is that your hair?"  Now about a year ago I would have said as long as I have the receipt its mine.  However, since I'm working very hard at being nicer (and it wasn't fake anyway) I politely smiled and said yes.  She went on about how beautiful and silky it looks.  She asked me could she touch it. EEEEEK! I also would have told her to kick rocks about a year ago.  Instead I let her.  Now you would think that if you wanted to feel the softness or texture of my hair you would touch my hair NOT MY SCALP! I thought to myself "Go head bitch...no tracks up in here today!"  Now before my faithful weave wearers or sexy short cut ladies have a fit I'm not denouncing you in any way.  I'm telling the story as it happened so when I get to the end you will understand.

Once she's done with her CSI hair investigation she says the following:

     "You should wear your hair down more often.  I mean with you being plump and all that would really be an asset."

Did y'all just hear the tires squeal and the needle scratch the record?!

Here stands this woman that weighs every bit of 100 pounds soaking wet in army boots.  Pale as a vampire. However, being rail thin she still managed to have muffin top and a little pooch of tummy.  Kinda like an old man who used to be hot but lost his six pack to too many "beer" six packs...you know the kind.  The ones that still smoke Newports and wear Karate shoes.  She had on lashes that looked like two big tarantulas on her face.  I could have gone in sooooooooooooooo bad.  But, I didn't.  I merely said:

     "Thank you so much for pointing that out.  It's crazy because I was just thinking I wonder if you know that Spanx aren't just for plus size women and if you tried a pair you would give off a more athletic look as opposed to preggers or an aging rock star.  I was also wondering if you got that same postcard the rest of us got from the new salon up the street for a half price dye job. I'm sure those 2 inch roots would thank you for it."

I got on the elevator.

My point is... in 2015 why are some women still convinced that small equates beauty?  I know some very very unattractive petite women.  As unfortunate as it is, a lot of them have ugly attitudes to match. 

I also don't get how men let another man tell them what its ok to like.  Since Drake said what he did about BBW's now its ok for men who have ALWAYS been attracted to plus size women to say something about it.  Get out of here.  If it took someone else to convince you to let'em hang and be true to your own desires then you ARE NOT man enough for me. 

There is beauty in all packaging.  If it weren't, wrapping paper would only come in black or white.

365 Days All Ready?!

Boy does time fly!  October 27th, 2015 marked the 1 year anniversary of a procedure that I had.  My fibroid removal surgery.  It was my 2nd one in 4 years. The first time they removed 28.  This time they removed 8.  That procedure absolutely saved my life.  I promised you all a come back of monumental proportions and I think I've achieved it.  If not I've gotten close.

Initially after my procedure my heal up was difficult.  I was in the E.R. every few weeks.  Inside, just beneath my incision, I would get this terrible pain that radiated down my front thigh and into my butt and back.  After every X-ray known to man they could come up with no reason for this pain.  They seem to have chalked it up to scar tissue.  This of course was after telling me that I had a hernia.  Then they said I had a cyst.  I'm convinced they really don't know but I got tired of them trying new pain meds out on me.  Well guess who decided that her current doctors weren't gonna cut it and has taken the proactive approach and switched providers? This girl.  It was a hard decision to make.  After all, my current Gynecologist was also my surgeon and she took tremendous care of me.  But the other doctors have pretty much exhausted all their resources in this particular situation and now its time to move on.

On my last visit to the doctor I was told my iron was the highest its been in SIX YEARS!!!! Amazing isn't it.  My monthly cycles are now on time.  As far as discomfort I experience minimal pain.  Nothing at all like it used to be.

I GOT MARRIED!  I sure did.  That surgery didn't stop a single damn thing.  I walked down that aisle on my own and full of energy.  Anemia said STOP. My God said "I don't think so". Look at me now.  Able to go about my day without having to take so many breaks.  My complexion is back to.  I have always been light but the Chronic Anemia had me way passed pale.  My cheeks are even a little rosy now.

Lastly, since retiring from modeling, my personal blog, Lahni Come Lately has been picked up by a sponsor.  I'm so very excited.  I told you guys, I may get knocked down but never knocked out.  I ALWAYS get back up.

Thank you so much for following this journey.  I'm better but not quite out of the woods.  I invite to continue watching my progress and setbacks.  If you know anything about me I always do things over the top lol. 

Lahni.

Not just my body....

Reconstructing Lahni. Interesting. Definitely still a work in progress. But since my marriage I'm realizing that it's applying to areas of my life that aren't physical.

I've noticed that my patience for rudeness, workplace gossip, back biting and negativity has become miniscule. In all fairness, my tolerance level for that type of behavior was never that high anyway lol.

I'm sitting at work today. A grand total of 57 minutes into my shift. My coworker has all ready discussed the personal business of THREE other employees that aren't here today. Not only am I disgusted but I'm bewildered for a number of reasons.

1) This woman is always talking about how happy she is. According to her she has a man that own several businesses, her grandkids are wonderful and her bank account is on full. That leads me to the question: Why does anybody's anything bother you? How do you have time to even be concerned?

2) She is also very vocal about being a 'grown woman" and she "ain't got time for the dumb Shit". Really? Seems like you have more than enough time.

My reconstruction is forcing me to find places of tranquility. Because honestly I went from 0-100 soon as I heard her damn voice because I knew a bunch of B.S. was about to spill out. I was literally thinking "Its way too early for the dumb Shit".  But I took a couple deep breaths. I mentioned it on Facebook in a kinda passive aggressive way (mental note: I gotta stop doing that). Then I decided to take to my blog. I'm so proud of myself. I didn't roll my eyes or suck my teeth. Being married has changed my perspective on things. In all honesty, no one cares if what she said pissed me off lol. Further, why give her that much attention right?

At this very moment she's doing things to try to piss me. Lady you're OVER 40! But what am I doing? Blogging and getting ready to go on break.

I choose happiness!

*Please forgive typos...I wrote this blog on my phone :)

Almost Wedding Bells....

Guess who's birthday is on 30 days? Guess who's getting married 6 days after that? Yep this girl.

I'm excited and on a mission. It's been 12 days since I've had a Pepsi. On a better note than that the Doctor says my iron is up higher than it's been in SIX YEARS! Do you hear that? I'm so proud of myself that I'm almost bursting at the seams.

Stay to tuned over the 30 days as I try to drop this last 10lbs before the wedding.