undressingHER – LUST. LOVE. LIFE.

This post was not made to offend anyone, but if you take offense to it, too fucking bad. Yes YOU with the fake ass ridiculous amount of weave, caked up makeup, fake nails, fake persona, and fake soul. With the Juicy C sweat pants hanging off an ass that is anything but juicy. Watch College Hill? MILAN ass looking, fake cover girl s**t. You want to be a doll that’s made by white people, for white people? ha. BE YOU. From Lil Kim to that one black ass girl in your senior class in highschool……yall know who I’m talking about. In an effort to be different, yall all look the same. I’m going in……

Black Barbie my ass. Your skin is not flawlessly clear nor is your hair down to your ass. Your titties aren’t the same perfect cup size, nor is your body free of stretch marks. So why are you trying to make it seem as if it is?

Why is it that the darker a girls skin is, the more she needs assurance from the peanut gallery? It’s like she’s dying to be accepted. Why is it that in a failed attempt to build self-esteem, she mask this persona of a doll? An airhead with no substance at that.

Physically perfection does not exist. To try to reach it is an exercise in futility. Why? Because no matter what you do to your body, there will never be a general consensus by everyone in the world that you are the s**t. Do you not feel naturally beautiful? When God said that everything he made was beautiful, did you call ‘bullshit’? Wait, I forgot, you don’t need everyone to say you’re fine, just the people in your small circle of fellow idiots.

Oh I get it, it’s because you’re spoiled. It’s because you’re mother and father have worked their asses off to raise you in the suburbs and give you a credit card. Oh….you’re special. b***h, beat it. You’re no different then the 500,000 other girls in your situation. You’re the same b***h who twitters her every move, dying for attention. The same one who’s headline is merely the latest quote from the most popular song on the radio.

Yea, you’re cute. Don’t get it twisted though, you’re looked at like p***y just like the less-financially-blessed women you look down upon. All that separates the two of you is the fact that the man that bust in your momma had his sh*t together. I’m snatching out the weave, laughing at nappy hair you try to cover up. It’s a metaphor, catch up.

Pause. Let’s not forget about the Marilyn Monroe d**k riders. Silly girls, o’ you silly girls. You wanna be a woman who is famous for fucking multiple dudes? She wasn’t s**t but an old school version of Supahead.

And yall broke women must stop this. Mac lip gloss, are yall fucking serious? That sh*t is like….. the industry standard out here. You are NOT a model because you held your G1 in the bathroom mirror. Unless you’re getting checks for taking pictures, get in your lane.

Don’t fret ladies, I’m still here for you. I still wanna pick you up and f**k you so I can blog about it…….if it was enough to blog about.

Shouts out to all my women who don’t follow the crowd and do their own thing. Originality is so damn sexy.