Author: ep167289

 

Not sure if the picture shows when you click the link but .. here goes noting.

 

This picture describes me on so many different levels. The woman shown is fierce. Her facial expression is exactly what I do anytime I’m by myself. low frontal eyebrow, raised back eye brow, no expression in anything under my eyes. Most people tell me I look angry, half the time I’m not. Half the time I am angry at cheap clothes per say… like when I see a girl with rider boots that are too big for her calves, or when I see a pleather jacket. Those kinds of things make me angry. Some people call me bouje, maybe I am. I hate people who eat steak well done, or dont know the difference between forks. I can stand fake leather or cheap jeans. I dont tolerate fat friends or for my friends to have split ends. I dont eat left over pizza, thats disgusting. I don’t eat at commercial restaurant ever.I also have a really bad attitude when I dont get something my way. Its my way or no way. And this woman in the pic, you see how shes standing? thats the “Im that bitch” stance. I maintain this stance everywhere I go. When I walk, I walk a straight line, crowded place or not. Why? because its my destination that is the most important one. I am a princess. Move out of my way. I will not move out of anyones way. This woman in that picture looks like shes exactly the same as I am. One day I’ll be her. Fabulous, fierce with a 0 tolerance for nonsense. Thats me.

 

This is gonna get a little graphic. 18 and over only.

My name is Elizabette. I am a feminist. Well, I’m a bit of a mild feminist, not as extreme as others. I do believe that women can do whatever the f*** they want. We can f*** whoever we want, We can wear whatever we want, We can say whatever we want, and I dont believe that we should be called any less of a women for doing so. A women who makes herself happy and provides for her family can pretty much do whatever she wants. I met a lady the other day, she is tall, beautiful, bright white teeth and long blonde hair. She had a loud italian strong brooklyn voice that asserted whatever the content was that was coming out her house. What she wore reflected her 6 figure salary. She was in her second marriage, 4 children, and said to me ” I can comfortable take care of my family on my own.” I admire her. Any women who’s achieved that status is commendable. Even more so than a man who makes the same amount in salary. He doesnt have kids to feed or load to wash. He doesn’t wear 6 inch heels for hours at a time and look absolutely effortlessly flawless while working. A women who doesnt exploit herself and can sit on the same round table as a president. BE the president. She is the real king. She is the new man.

One day, I will be that woman that every little girl that lays her beady little eyes on me will look up to and hope that they will grow up and be a fraction of who I am.