Good afternoon in my @shethinx #ad
Scary or cute
RAWR ! Juss 0ut meetin sum Web Frennns hehe 🤪👾🤯, wyd lo lolol 😘😘😘
LIL NAS X B LIKE; HAPPY SUNDAY, PRAISE THE MOST HIGH @nickiminaj
Can’t help falling in love - Elvis Presley
I am a black woman, with dark skin and kinky hair. This kind of black woman makes us majority of the African American community. So why do we have to settle for bullshit? It is so hard to explain what it is like to know that dark skin women are 20% less likely to ever be married. That for every four light skin black actresses there is 1 dark skin actress. That dark skin models are forced to shave their head and darken their skin in photos to fit the ideal look that people deem acceptable. We can’t be cute we have to be fierce, we’re not beautiful we’re ferocious. Why do we have to be animalistic to be wanted? Sexualized in every way just to be listened to? I get choked up everytime I think about this topic because it’s so prevalent and I don’t know what to do about it. It’s in my head every second of the day, it’s in my face on every television show; every movie. Every Amandla stenberg, Zendaya or whoever just keep proving to me that the system needs so much help. We just want to be heard and represented; is that too much to ask? I WILL NEVER LET THE CONVERSATION OF COLORISM DIE. We need to rewrite our story because no one else will. No on else has our backs like we do. No one. Btw, it’s either you’re with us or against us, you can’t half ass support or be half ignorant. Don’t underestimate the power of a black women!
Except for the tag, this picture is iconic
I’m motherfucking bionic
When I was young my dad use to sing me this song, Whirlpool by Seal all the time. Thank you papa for bringing music into my life; writing, poetry and everything that means the most to me. Thanks for making me comfortable with myself in every aspect. I love you so much papa, happy Father’s Day
Watching me - Watching you
Velvet black - Around you When do you feel most yourself? When I dance I feel invincible but also vulnerable. As soon as I start to have fun I panic and that’s me with most things I love. I can never take the time to enjoy things because I’m too worried about how well I’m doing it. I want this summer to be filled of me doing shit that I love for the sole purpose of me loving it; no matter my skill (hopefully next time with a less serious face ) Making shapes with my body, and finding new ways to move makes me feel complete, what about you?
Why be a hater hoe when you can be a greater hoe?
Also happy Mother’s Day to I : ), this me looking down at all my sons
Yeah I wear glasses, yes we are people too!
Do you equate your worth through social media? Because I do. If my page is doing well, I’m happy. If it’s not, I feel like shit. And it’s something that I’m embarrassed to say because social media doesn’t really mean anything. But deep down inside it means so much more to people than they care to admit. Being so insecure as a kid and a teenager then gaining this weird admiration from strangers online gave me confidence. Confidence that I did not, in anyway have before; or at least not to this degree. So when I get a bunch of likes on a picture, comments, saves and all that shit my mood instantly brightens, I’m having a good day. Recently my page has been acting hella slow, algorithms or it’s me or whatever the fuck and I’ve realized how much something so small could affect my mood, when it just shouldn’t. Archiving pictures if it doesn’t do as well as I like and contemplating for hours which picture I should post. I don’t know if this means I need a break from social media or to look in the mirror a few times and slap myself but trust that I’m gonna figure it out. Even if you don’t want to admit it but you feel the same way please let me know, I won’t judge. Our generation is bred to be slaves to social media but we have to stop letting it control our internal selves because your page is not you. You are you, the person you portray yourself as online is not YOU. So no, Motorcyclemami is not me. I guess I just need to find out who “me” is. (Would love to hear some insight from others )
We’re always lit
Go to @sagenaimoli to see what she sees 💗
A day of self reflection for two please
Thank you @gucci for letting us flex tonight
Bleach and rinse baby
At the stationnnnnn but not really
Puppy dog eyes
Bougie and you love it
Thursday mood, I hope your dancing your little sweet bottom
Leaning tower behind me 🤪
Been posting so much bc I’m feeling so fucking good
Me : ten years apart, A kid who hated themself. I hated my skin color, my hair, the gap in my teeth and the fact that I was a whole foot shorter, a cup size smaller and a whole 7 bases behind my friends. I hated that shit so much, I hated the fact that I was the bud of my friends jokes. That’s why I became funny, having to think of jokes back so that I wouldn’t be too upset. So I became the roaster and it made me despise being funny. I hated being funny because i wasn’t seen as pretty and I they didn’t see me as pretty so I stayed funny, and I ended just up hating myself. Its taken me a very long time to love the skin I’m in. It’s really hard for me to explain how much being a dark skin women in the world has effected me. I use to dream of this alternate girl named Simone, who had light eyes and long curly hair and was light skinned. I would dream of how easy my life would be and would cry that it wasn’t real. Then I became a model and modeling helped my believe that I was beautiful but it also opened my eyes to the crazy rules that the industry has. For every job, there are 50 I won’t get. Fast forward two years and i have a platform, a small tiny platform with all these people that don’t know me but see me as someone worth loving. This girl who didn’t even have love for herself. That’s why this is so crazy to me, because I thought idols didn’t look like me, I thought beauty didn’t look like me for so long and I had to search DEEP within myself and btw confidence radiates. You see it in someone’s eyes, skin, walk and attitude. You can taste it, you can feel it, it touches you. I hope I am able to build this further and show you guys that beauty can be a bald darkskin girl who can make you laugh. I can be anything, you can be anything or nothing and that’s up to you but don’t let these fuck niggas in society determine that for you. You’re not too dark, you’re not too funny, you’re not too smart and if anyone disagrees be the darkest, smartest, funniest bitch they’ve ever seen and then WIN. On my door I see myself at my lowest and now, my highest, never letting myself forget, can’t wait to see how I’ll evolve next.
Someone buy me better eyebrows
I’m always missing México :(
bruh that shit HURTED but the show MUST GO ON
SOME OF YOU MEN NEED TO GET GOT