“Since we all came from woman, got our name from a woman and our game from a woman. I wonder why we take from our women. Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it’s time to kill for our women. Time to heal our women, be real to our women.” — Tupac.
So true.
Monday, September 7, 2009
au naturale
I would love to some day be natural. Whether it be a small gorgeous buzz cut or a set of gorgeous sisterlocks. I had natural hair, experimented with twists and all kinds of braids for years. My mother never did much to it. In the fourth grade, the night before the last day of school, my aunt permed it. I won't forget it because my mother had no idea. Today however, i wish she hadnt. I was not born with 12' straight hair, and no matter what i do to my hair it will never be 12' and straight. As a college freshman, i want to begin on this journey of eliminating certain things out of my life.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
ahhhh ; where the fck have i beeen?!?!?!
idk how long it's been since i posted.
but so much has happened since february.
i guess i will update this later.
&& tattoo, industrial , and Nikon d40 next week.
i will make a tumblr soon.
l8r.
but so much has happened since february.
i guess i will update this later.
&& tattoo, industrial , and Nikon d40 next week.
i will make a tumblr soon.
l8r.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
been slacking off, back though
Feeling a tad bit down today.
My mother and best friend, in her well-meaning manner, let me know she didn't approve of my newest hairstyle choice and wanted to know why I am taking so long to find myself.
For one, a certain fleeting need to find god has taught me in the last couple of months that everything happens for a reason, and happens when its supposed to. Taking too long to find myself would mean god is planning for me what I can't see or understand right now, but she can't deal with that.
Her nature is of such that if she doesn't agree with my ideas they are wrong.
I am old enough to make my own mistakes and also old enough to know what I want.
Just kinda pisses me off that I can't have my mothers blessing as I make the first few really big decisions of my adult life.
Maybe in time she'll come around.
For me, my hair has always been the one thing I can always control. The length, color, style- you name it, I was in control.over the years, I have researched enough to know that perming my naturally unruly hair is terrible. I have always been a free minded, slightly feminist girl who never really needed to conform. I have family members with sisterlocks, and I now I am convinced that I would love to try them, and have them as my newest project- and possibly the only project my overly-creative mind has ever been able to commit to.
As far as a future, I am not sure what's to come in play for me. It seems day to day my mind and heart play tag and my conscious just sits back and watches on the sideline. After the first major rejection in my life ( a rejection from the university of florida), I was hit with a blow I am slowly recovering from. Now, its just about finding a place to plant my feet for the next 2 years and gather my bearing.
*pause . . .
My mother and best friend, in her well-meaning manner, let me know she didn't approve of my newest hairstyle choice and wanted to know why I am taking so long to find myself.
For one, a certain fleeting need to find god has taught me in the last couple of months that everything happens for a reason, and happens when its supposed to. Taking too long to find myself would mean god is planning for me what I can't see or understand right now, but she can't deal with that.
Her nature is of such that if she doesn't agree with my ideas they are wrong.
I am old enough to make my own mistakes and also old enough to know what I want.
Just kinda pisses me off that I can't have my mothers blessing as I make the first few really big decisions of my adult life.
Maybe in time she'll come around.
For me, my hair has always been the one thing I can always control. The length, color, style- you name it, I was in control.over the years, I have researched enough to know that perming my naturally unruly hair is terrible. I have always been a free minded, slightly feminist girl who never really needed to conform. I have family members with sisterlocks, and I now I am convinced that I would love to try them, and have them as my newest project- and possibly the only project my overly-creative mind has ever been able to commit to.
As far as a future, I am not sure what's to come in play for me. It seems day to day my mind and heart play tag and my conscious just sits back and watches on the sideline. After the first major rejection in my life ( a rejection from the university of florida), I was hit with a blow I am slowly recovering from. Now, its just about finding a place to plant my feet for the next 2 years and gather my bearing.
*pause . . .
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
thoughts;dayfourteen.
Okay, so I thought I was going to be better at keeping up with my blog. Maybe not! A lot has happened in the first two weeks of my year. Cap and gown orders were taken, and I am still in shock about graduating. Just four more retarderd months in high school and it will be all over. Summertime is going to be amazing!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
newyearsresolution; dayone.
DAYone.
147tillgraduationnnn.
I have made one too many new years resolutions, one too many promises to keep, and I have never stuck to them. I have sat and thought deeply about what I want for this year, and why it is that I am making another resolution. This year means more to me than any other in my life. Between graduation, moving out, buying my first car, my first tattoo, turning 18, I must still find a way to keep sane, to keep afloat amongst today's pressures for young women, especially black women.
So today, day one of 365, I start. Start my journey, start my commitment to be a better daughter, a better friend, better student, a better Brittany. I have also made a conscious decision to embrace my womanhood by becoming more feminine. Don't get me wrong, I love to do my nails and hair when a situation warrants, or wear dresses and skirts, and look at purses. But that's not me. I am not a girly girl, I hate bright colors, I don't see a reason to be girly past a normal functioning level. I appreciate clean hanes sweats and socks and a good book. I want to be more comfortable in dresses, maybe even buy a pair of heels. But I am generous past words, and my vhange speaks of my love for my best friend and mother. She's my strength, and when I am dolled up and holding a too large hobo, she smiles. All my discomfort is worth one of her smiles. So I plan to do a lot in this year.
Stay tuned.
*bee
147tillgraduationnnn.
I have made one too many new years resolutions, one too many promises to keep, and I have never stuck to them. I have sat and thought deeply about what I want for this year, and why it is that I am making another resolution. This year means more to me than any other in my life. Between graduation, moving out, buying my first car, my first tattoo, turning 18, I must still find a way to keep sane, to keep afloat amongst today's pressures for young women, especially black women.
So today, day one of 365, I start. Start my journey, start my commitment to be a better daughter, a better friend, better student, a better Brittany. I have also made a conscious decision to embrace my womanhood by becoming more feminine. Don't get me wrong, I love to do my nails and hair when a situation warrants, or wear dresses and skirts, and look at purses. But that's not me. I am not a girly girl, I hate bright colors, I don't see a reason to be girly past a normal functioning level. I appreciate clean hanes sweats and socks and a good book. I want to be more comfortable in dresses, maybe even buy a pair of heels. But I am generous past words, and my vhange speaks of my love for my best friend and mother. She's my strength, and when I am dolled up and holding a too large hobo, she smiles. All my discomfort is worth one of her smiles. So I plan to do a lot in this year.
Stay tuned.
*bee
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