Forget About Size Zero....I Thought Big Girls Have More Fun!!!!!

Forget about size zero...I thought big girls have more fun!!!! Now I'm not taking away from all those dedicated people banging out the gym, maintaining that beach body physique ...trust me I'm all for it...BUT simultaneously and in contradiction I'm very much apart of the F.A.T the food appreciation team were we follow a strict doctrine of eating to satisfy the taste buds and the belly....lol. I'm just saying with summer here you not only want to look good, you want to feel good as well and that means not starving yourself or depriving yourself of some of life's pleasures.

It's very possible to eat 2/3 good meals a day, work out at the gym once or twice a week (trust me I've seen it being done!), whilst scoping on the muscular physique of the fittest young men (can't forget to workout your eyes ;p) and still attain a curvaceous and draw dropping slamming body. If I could only have the body of celebrities such as keyisha Cole, Angel lola love and Toni Braxton, I'd forget about clothes and run around naked all day with a pair of heels and my make-up did! (not really..but it be a thought though alie).

Trust me is more fun to run around in the summer sun with the rays bouncing off your curves as their appreciated by the glances of other sex, whilst be able to indulged in that chocolate cake rather then having that rail like frame and a stomach grumbling every time you take a whiff of the enriched and seasoned cooked food!

Addicted To That Same Ol' Drug...

I just wanna scream...ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!.... I feel like a crackhead going through the pains of withdrawal symptoms, except my erratic body spasms are not due to a crave for the line of white, I'm dying for a quick fix of retail therapy, you know that feeling of exhilaration as your arm reaches for that top on a hanger, or body hugs a form fitting heart-attack in the shape of the latest dress, or they day you brake those new heels in. OMG......I'm climaxing (not sexually, for you dirt minded scoundrel) just think about it....I need to pop some tags, I need that struggle on the bus with a hand full of bag with NEW CLOTHES.

It does not help in the slightest, that where I work...OXFORD CIRCUS is in the middle of SALE invasion, all i see is 50%, 20% and I'm floating in the direction of one of my favorite shops (TopShop :) iLove). This feeling of complete unrestrained consumerism, is put on the reigns when I shoved back into reality and I think Oh yea, I 'm going on holiday (Woohoo..Dominican Republic '09) let me save up a lil more, and the weather now, in her majesty's Ol'England does not permit it (Where's the Sun, for goodness-sake!!!) . Newho, knowing me and the genes I inherited from my grandmother, I'm not about to completely pass up on this opportunity to shop, spend,buy and purchase!!, I'll just try and do it moderately and make the most of.......Oh BTW me constantly looking at Asos and other websites full of the latest trends does not help.

So Crakheads...uh hmmm I mean shopaholics, trend-junkies spending that Hot GWALA (means money, dollar, green, bread and honey)....I sympathies...spend spend spend...you didn't think I would discourage you did you? I'm planning what I'm going to buy the next time I hit up West :) !

Live long and Prosper, just don't hurt your pockets!

Today's Moments of Reflection

Have you been awoken to a sky, white washed with grey, that what happened today. Blah! All I could think when the potential dullness of this day dawned upon me.............. wot am I supposed to do! This summer I've been privileged enough not to be stuck at home twiddling my thumbs away with tedious spasms of bored-ness, until now I thought. So today I'm doing a little reflecting and trying to rejuvenate the faith I so passionately hold in my Lord and the course of life he has set before me. All I'm saying its really hard and demotivating trying to look for work in the career field your you want (journalism), and not really getting anywhere, Oh BTW....I really need a job change as well. Anyway I'm going to keep my head up, think positively and hold on to faith, and claim it in JESUS CHRIST name....Amen!!!!

On from that brief moment of drowning in my own insecurity and uncertainty, I picked up the other day two books. The first is called 'Purple Hibiscus' by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, so far it about a young girls life as a Catholic Priests daughter in Nigeria, and her newly liberated life as result to a military coup. This is not supposed to be a blurb at the back, but I will write a short review on it when I'm done reading later. Its too bad I didn't think of this blogging stuff much earlier, otherwise I would have advised some good reading from black authors i.e. Why the Cadged Bird Sings, The Secret Life of Bees, Waiting to Exhale and others..........

Terra for now!!!!

Insecruity masked with Beauty

'God has blessed me to be confident' what a contradiction I thought, as I sat watching these glamorous women prance around with a face full of make-up and their breast half out. Past the mask of beauty and glitz and glamor of some of these camera hoars, only crying out for attention, was a deep secret. One thing all these women in front of the camera had in come was being born to look like daddy, and now looking like mother dear, or rather in some cases serious and I emphasis the word ATTEMPT to look like females. I wasn't sickened by their choices, but rather saddened, that they felt they had to be some one they weren't. Irrespective of the continuous assertions that this is what the good lord had meant them to be, and may have made a mistake along the way!
These women or men, were in search of self-acceptance but I felt the masquerade to this transgendered lifestyle distances them from it. It also raised issues with plastic surgery and make-up, has the world become so disillusioned with the issue of beauty and perfection, that we forget in all essence what is important. With millions of dollars being invested and spent of the cosmetic industry, the world is fully immersed in its own egotism and conceitedness, and there is only hope for a few the escape the clutches of vanity. Though I admired the beauty of some women, all they remained were works of art, a beautiful painting painted with sorrow.
'This was the close I was going to get to fame', the cry for attention reeked through the pageant, as many propped, plucked and fluffed nip and tucked pieces. The truth is these women, men or works of art will never be truly complete or satisfied, and will forever chase an object of desire. This essence of reality was unbeknown to all contestants, and separated them and all those who choose to chase material assets or beauty, from true happiness, and being at one with one's self.

I Am the One Who...Remains!!!

I am the one whose eyes swallow you into a chocolate abyss, as you staring lost into a soul whose life has just began, but is not defined by the vessel. I am the one whose strength is defined by the arch of her back, and whose emotional burden is carried on the breadth of her shoulders. I am the one who sees the weight unbearable to carry, but still manages to stretch her neck with pride as the Ashanti princess does upon her throne. I am the one whose sexiness is defined by the thickness of her lips, where the arch curbs a taste of sweet honey unknown to the world but sacred for him. I am the one whose hips sway to an enticing beat, belly full of life but dormant until the hour when the sun rays disperse over a foreign land. I am the one whose breadth of the noes is tormented with ridicule, but who's skin is ordained with the richness of cocoa and immersed into an opulence of mahogany. I am the one whose neck snaps abruptly, face grimacing at the presence of insolence. I am the one whose cut of the eye pierces the ego, whose kiss of the teeth reeks with attitude baptized in a haughty flare. I am the one who was cradled int the bounty of love, and suckled at the teat of knowledge. I am the one who escaped the shackles of protection, and will soon stand alone faced with the day of accountability.

But it is I amongst all adversity and blessings, throughout the journey of life, It is I who's spirit remains the same, constant, in tune with the divine, edified by the fruit, at one with peace. Yes it is I who remains a beautiful black woman, African to the root, yet remains a beautiful black woman!!!!!!

The First Chapter

So I'm marking this as the beginning, the birth of a new born child, the smell of fresh dew the morning after a storm............. (extra, I know).....
But felt last night as dwelled on the complexities of my life, and my more then relaxed approach to situations, especially since I've been set free from the cage of university, that I now have the opportunity to strive towards my dream.
I really should make the most of this 'journalistic aspiration' of mine, by writing and reading as much as possible ( I'ma hit up the local library soon) ....so...i thought y not start a blog......to date, it has no self defined structure...but hopefully it will mould its self into something I feel worthy of showing to others......... I guess all I'm going to do is blab on about MY OPINION on various topics ........ well see how this goes!!!!....... so lets open a bottle of bubbly a celebrate 'CHEERS' (sparkle, sparkle...lights and smiles) 'to the beginning, and may your new life be well defined, and interesting enough to capture an audience'!!!!!!!!