I was talking with a friend and the subject of Nicki Minaj came up with this analogy:
She is like a cracker to a staving homeless person in the rap game. Bland and tasteless but because they haven’t eaten in a while it’s assumed that it is the best thing on earth. But, give said person a turkey dinner.. and that cracker aint shit.
Nicki is the cracker, the rap game is the homeless person. Until some other female rappers hit the scene, that game will be will be munching on crackers for a while and never be able to taste that turkey dinner. Shit or ever a ritz for that matter.
I’m a big enough girl to say that I used to have some serious self image issues. I’ve finally, after 23 years, can say for the most part..I am over them. I focused on every flaw that was on my body… I don’t blame media, my family, random people, or friends. There were lots of different things that influenced the manifestation of my obsessiveness.
Being able to get over it was one of the things that let me be able to cut my hair off.
I used my long hair as something to hide behind. I know, a lot of people prob won’t believe me, because of my personality but sometimes I do have relapses. I’ve never thought I was ugly. I just felt like when people looked at me they were stripping me and judging everything that I was not… the biggest part of this was my skin. Because of chicken pox x some other rare diease x my genetic makeup I have hella sensitve skin. So I have scars. That, I will admit, started it all. I’m saying all this to say this.
There’s nothing wrong with having insecurites. Just don’t let them consume and depress you.
Every day when I wake up I make sure to let myself know how beautiful I am. I stand in the mirror and love every scar and flaw. You should do the same. I take more pictures of myself as well. It’s all about good image and great self feeling in 2010.
Being Sober is Cool Drinking 40s is Cool Smoking Weed and Drinking 40s is Cool Champagne is Cool Hard Liquor is Cool Hard Liquor and Pills is Cool Hard Liquor, Pills and Cough Syrup is Cool And now it’s Wine…
..understand how some people can be active members of the internet social scene (FB, Twitter, Blogging..whathaveyou) and are super extra dumb emotional, touchy, and just all around douchey.
Like… It’s the internet. If someone hurt your feelings. Block them. Log off. Or just close your laptop. I mean it’s simple. But flooding my timeline/mini feed/dashboard/email with crybaby heaux shit is not going to change anything.
Get a tissue and man your lil mandibles up. Put some bass in your font and STFU….for all of us.
“Is you fucking? Is you sucking?
I was wondering ‘cause if not-
Don’t be pushin’ all my buttons in my Cutless-
Unless you cuttin’. Bitch I’m just sayin’-
I ain’t trickin’ is the reason that this porno flick playin’
Troy shakin’ knockin’ pictures off the wall
Southern made call, 808 mean no draws
You got friends I fuck them all
What you mean you ain’t nasty?
Why the fuck you came?
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane.”—Glass House | Wiz
Although it was brought about from sadness, grief, stress, feelings of abandonment, and all around not feeling like myself. It was cleansing. I needed it. Sometimes I feel like I’m too big to cry. That I’m weak and I NEVER want people to see that side of me. But regardless if I do it on the Apollo stage or in an empty house on the bathroom floor I still NEEDED to do it. My body had so much pent up emotion that I needed to let it out. All though the stress is not gone, I kind of feel a little better. No, it wasn’t some movie-style all out boohoo but it was enough tears to give myself the emotional release that apparently I so desperately needed. I don’t look for people to give me the back pats and “everything is going to be ok” line. I do this, because I do; nor am I looking for sympathy. This IS a blog right? and it does belong to me RIGHT? So i’ll put what I want. I have not lost hope or faith, I look at this as whatever blessings is at the end….dammit it’s a good one. So what’s the point Whit, you ask. Cry. Laugh. Hiccup. Joke. Seethe. Cough. Moan. Love. Believe. Smile. Just let the emotion out.