Basic….. WHERE?

REPOST, because all my baddies need to know that they are ALL THAT AND THEN SOME

Why on earth would anyone even attempt to be the B-word?

It’s hard for me even to say it because I was the B-word for far too long. I cringe when I think about my middle and high school years. I wanted to be the girl with the flat buns and little skinny legs. Because being her meant that I was nothing like what I saw in the mirror.

Kids are JERKS! And NO, they don’t say the darndest things. Instead, they say the first evil thing that pops into their brain, regardless of how hurtful it is.

I was called tank ass when I was growing up, and then one day, it went a little too far, and I punched my first face. Words can not describe how good that felt; all the pressure I held in was finally coming out. However, that punch did cost me my freedom. It landed me in “In-school suspension” for three days.

I didn’t care; it was worth it!

But don’t get me wrong, even after the punch, I still wanted to be Basic. I knew from an early age that I liked fancy, bright-colored clothes and hairstyles that weren’t the norm for my neck of the woods. But I tried the best I could to be Basic until I didn’t!

Being basic is boring, and no one in their right mind should try their hand at this. In fact, I tell my kids all the time that they were born to be different. Following a mold is not how anyone should live their life. We all have to be brave and daring enough to be WHO WE ARE! 

If who you are is weird, then that’s fine… be weird. 

If who you are is the person with the big butt… then flaunt it.

If who you are is the person with the big curly hair…then shake it

If who you are is the nerdy smart person, then don’t hire those bullies later

be you

stand out

no basic bitches allowed!

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!


29 Replies to “Basic….. WHERE?”

    1. Thank you for stopping by! No need to be sorry, I am so grateful for everything good and bad that has ever happened to me… I’m still standing 🙌🏽🙏🏽💖

  1. 🤜🏼🤛🏼🤜🏼🤛🏼🤜🏼🤛🏼🤜🏼🤛🏼🤜🏼🤛🏼🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤 So, now that we have fist bumped and dropped the mic, girl are you my other sister from another mother? You know Belladonna, I think that our differences and our thirst for that which is different was like a strike against us. I had a guy tell me once that I could probably wear a coke bottle around my neck and get by with it. I think he was trying to give me a compliment while the “B’s” probably called me everything but a child of God. Anywho…

    I found that people criticized my difference (hence the bright colors, gaudy jewelry, platform shoes, etc, and then in H.S. I had the nerve to drive the school bus with the rest of the guys (student bus drivers were permitted back in the day), but there were a few of my other girls who drove too. So yep, I still remain the odd ball, and girlfriend oh how I love it! Being different can be sooooo liberating. So glad, my fellow Cancerian that you said, be brave and dare to be you! 💖💛💚🧡💜💙💝🖤🤎

    1. I love the fact that you drove the school bus!!! I remember learning that about you in one of your post. That took nerve that most just don’t have.
      I tell you what some folks can view as a compliment can leave rethinking their comment. Million times in your head. But Why? I use to ask myself that often. Now I’m like Chile boo.. go on somewhere! LOL
      I think you are definitely my sister from another mister! Lol

      1. Girl, you got me hollerin’ over here. No not the Chile Boo go on somewhere! LMAO 🤣🤭😂 And that my friend is a subtle way of putting it!!! 😲

  2. You go girl! 🥊🏆 Be you, right in their faces! You have grown and flourished in spite of all the nastiness that was thrown at you and you’re the powerhouse you are today because of it! Continue to live for you and the ones you love, sweetie! Wishing you a defeatist your beautiful family a very happy Easter! 💖💐🌷🐰🐣

  3. I was always teased for being sooooo tall! And to make matters worse my best friend was 5’2! I thought all my problems would be solved if I was seven inches shorter! But now I embrace my height, I don’t slouch anymore, and I don’t try to be smaller. I take up as much space as I need. Love this message Bella! Hugs, C

    1. I’m sure your friend thought you were amazing because oof your height! Love that you said you take up as much space as you need! I tell that to my kids all the time… Don’t be afraid to take up space. All my kids are tall and they flaunt it.
      I always wanted to be 6′ but would have been happy at 5’9. My kids were blessed with it so I guess it’s a win. LOL

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