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leave your face alone.

While I’m not completely against a little bit of Botox here and there, a lot of women need to leave their face alone. I’m 32 years old and I have yet to inject anything into my face. Why? Because I simply don’t need it. All I use is some good ole water and a few skin care products. But you have 18 year olds getting Botox. You have women that are a size 2, getting 38DD breast implants. You have Black women with natural high cheek bones, getting cheek implants (ie: Janet Jackson, Jada Pinkett-Smith, Trey Songz, Vivica Fox, Lil Kim). You’re making your face look worse! There are some people who’ve received tasteful plastic surgery (Rob Lowe, Halle Berry, Kelly Rowland), however, people like Megan Fox really didn’t need it. And when you don’t need it, you end up looking worse than you did before. You may still be beautiful, but you look fake and stiff as hell.

What is it that make these woman keep going and going and going? Is it addictive? Is it the peer pressure in Hollywood? I just don’t understand why someone who’s already naturally beautiful, would go and take such a high risk at changing or destroying that look. It has to be some sort of deep embedded insecurity. It’s that same insecurity that will have them deny ever getting work done to their face or body.

Take Kim Kardashian for example. I used to love love love how she looked before. But now, she looks like a mannequin. She swears that she has never received any plastic surgery, never got work done on her face, and only tried Botox once. I beg to differ Kim.

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asia kidd.

People have asked why I don’t post pictures of my daughter on my site anymore. Well, she’s 12 now and I am very frightful of predators and hateful people that will steal her pictures and do whatever with them. She’s at an impressionable age of 12. Not to say that she’s easily influenced, because she’s certainly not, but it’s those that attack children on the internet. I’ve seen it way too many times where an individual will talk smack about your child, just because they don’t like you.  It’s cowardice. 99.9999% of the time, the individual would never say those things to your face. I get hate email from time to time, and when I do, they always find the time to mention something vile about my daughter. It doesn’t bother me because a) they don’t know her and b) it’s a clear sign of the power I have over them. Nevertheless, it’s sad as hell. That’s why I refrain from doing it at all. Same with my boyfriend. He’s not into the online social community as much as I am. He only has one picture of himself on Facebook. So out of respect for him, I don’t post random pictures of him online either. There’s a fine line between privacy and exposure.

On to a lighter note, my daughter is going to be an artist! Her artistic alias is “Asia Kidd”. Isn’t that cute?! I’ve gotten her the basics (coloring pencils, sketch pads and a clipboard) so any other suggestions are welcomed. She learned via YouTube videos and is able to draw without any tutorials. Here’s my favorite out of the bunch:

asia kidd.

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that’s me.

“phenomenal woman”

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

by Maya Angelou

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