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Thursday, November 5, 2015

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.




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