I am not a girlie girl, but in a way, I am. I mean, I like to get my nails done and change my hairstyles. The love for shopping for lipstick is really real! But being physically tough and having the ability to save myself takes precedent over everything else.
The truth is, I will break a nail, hell all of my nails before I ask for help!
I don’t like to admit that I’m lost, or I don’t know how to fix something. The thought of handing my husband a jar because I can’t open it is sickening to me.
I’m in college and trying to figure out how I need to change my personality so that a sista could get a boyfriend. Everyone else had one, and I’m looking like…okay I must be doing something wrong.
I called my mom and said, what the heck do I need to do to get a boyfriend? I’m walking around this campus and can’t even get “Hey shawty.”
My mom said, well, first off, you walk around like you’re going to rip someone’s head off if they say hello. ‘she said I had a “mean walk.”
Mom totally nailed it.
I always had a “mean walk,” and the military made it meaner. My face is stern, and my stride is long and sharp.
So I thought to myself… okay, I need to soften up and maybe smile a little when someone walks by me. While I’m at it, I’ll throw in a little giggle. After all, being a little softer has never hurt anyone, right?
I was quickly getting approached by all sorts of jocks that seemed to like giggly girls with half of a brain. After a long and exhausting week, of looking at these guys like, wow you are all assholes.
I went back to wearing my go-to outfit. Blue jeans, white T-shirt, white sneakers and of course my “mean walk” was back.
The last thing I want to do is fake who I am and have anyone get the wrong impression of me.
I’m mean don’t get me wrong I’m a lady but…
DON’T FASHION ME
INTO A MAIDEN THAT
NEEDS SAVING FROM A
DRAGON. I AM THE
DRAGON AND I WILL
EAT YOU WHOLE.
You could have chosen to read any blog, but you chose mine, and I’m honored