Nippy’s 50th

Hi!! ~waves fanatically~

If you guys have been paying attention over the years…you know I love/d me some Whitney. Nippy was the first voice I heard that made me want to buy her album. I got her first album, which was MY first album, when I was 11 or 12. I played the ENTIRE HEYELL out of that album. Miraculously, it didn’t get scratched and start skipping. 
*dang…I said “album”…as in VINYL! lol*
Let me take you on a little highlight reel of my life featuring the incomparable Whitney “The Voice” Houston…

I used to sing her debut single, “You Give Good Love” to my first boo. lol That was my SHIT! Nothing was greater than that song, except for when it changes tempo at the break down. YES! I get all of my life with that song. 

I can’t hit all the notes anymore, but when I was younger…I could tear it DOWN!

The summer that her second album debuted…I was 13. Yea, things got real that summer. I fell in love with the sophomore album just like I did the first. This time, it was two remakes that held my heart the most. “For the Love of You”, originally by The Isley Brothers and “If You’re Really Ready For Love” by the Manhattans. Don’t get me started on “So Emotional”, “Where Do Broken Hearts Go”, “Where You Are” and the underplayed and underrated, “Love is a Contact Sport”.

Yes, I serenaded the boo with this, too. LOL

I could’ve played it forever…and sometimes, I have me a Whitney day and go hard on those 1st and 2nd albums. lol

When I heard Whitney would be starring in a movie…I was ecstatic. My Whitney…an ACTRESS! Cool, so when’s it coming out? lol

The Bodyguard’s soundtrack was my next purchase…this time on CD. No more vinyl purchases at that point. More so, because I no longer had a working record player. Well, of COURSE I fell in love with “I Will Always Love You” a remake originally by Dolly Parton. Oh, and “Run to You”. Such a beautiful song…but the one I sang constantly that made my mama tell me to shut up one night? “I Have Nothing”…

so…now we start getting into the part of my story that becomes a little more personal and raw.

In 1994 I got into my first REAL relationship…with someone 22 years my senior. We had a tumultuous relationship of the sometimes physical ilk.  He had a tendency to get outta pocket and because my mama ain’t raise no punk, I [after the first slap] got “projects” on his ass. Well, where there’s stress in my life…musical refuge coexists. Our song was off of the “I’m Your Baby Tonight” album. Along with the title cut, “My Name is Not Susan” and a very sweet duet with Stevie Wonder called, “We Didn’t Know”…my favorite…OUR favorite…was, “Lover For Life”.

I remember that on our anniversary, which was November 12th…HBO aired a Whitney Houston concert from South Africa…and Whitney sang this song (which was rarely ever played). A beautiful and serendipitous moment in an overwhelmingly rough time.

Who knew that I’d literally feel like a prisoner in that relationship?

The next level of fuckery was just beyond beyond. I refuse to font it. LOL

Just know that the next song was so very apropos once I realized this man was out doing all kinds of madness…

I played that song and album ad nauseum. I loved Nippy’s rendition of Stevie’s, “I Was Made To Love Her”.  “If I Told You That”, “Heartbreak Hotel” w/Faith Evans & Kelly Price, and “When You Believe” the song from “The Prince of Egypt” animated movie.

I remember when Whitney began struggling with drugs and infamy. I wanted so badly each time she arose with a new album, for that to be the moment of reckoning. For her to be on top again and clean with the sobriety of her fan’s love. It wasn’t easy watching her fall right into the next scandal trap. Most people wanted to see her fail. The naysayers were rampant…and when she died, the seemed to act in shame and quiet remorse, but the banter began again soon after. Details, presumptions about the way she died, who she was involved with…eh. I suppose it’s all a part of being a public figure. I just wish there was a way to receive the art…the gift from someone…without all of the negativity. Either way, my heart dropped the day I heard the news, same as it did when I heard about Michael Jackson.

You never truly stop missing such mega stars. If the sun died out today, the Earth would die with it…and a lot of people’s earthly love for music dies a little more as these stars leave here.

I still love you Whitney. I get my life EVERY…SINGLE…TIME I hear your music and sing with you.

Happy 50th Birthday!!

Love Always, Kiwi

The Booty Don’t Lie

Can “big booty privilege” make women mean?

Heyyy, how y’all doing? Good? Miss me? Cool…I had to throw some niceties in because my mind is on rapid and I gotta blog this before it gets lost in the vast randomness that is my mind. lol

So, if you’ve ever really paid attention, you all know I have on many occasion gotten inspiration for this blog by simply listening to friends, chatting with them in the inbox and such…so today is no different.

It started with a very ugly tweet thread I saw on tumblr. I won’t say who it was, not because I fear the backlash, but because I don’t believe in calling out behavior like that publicly if I’m not going to go HARD and be a FRIEND about it by taking it privately first. I feel very strongly about things like this, but I know my audience. I’m familiar with how folks can be and it would only get uglier and honestly, I don’t have the energy for a back and forth with folks who come with armies of ass kissers.

ANYWAY…

What I can’t stand is the mean girl syndrome. The bullying. *breathes deeply* Where do I damn start?

Okay, FIRST…let me address this thing that people have with “atting” celebrities their ugly opinions. Blogging, commenting, etc…publicly…addressing these people you DON’T know but THINK you do. I know that because we buy and support their music, movies, art, businesses, etc…we feel some sense of entitlement to their persona…and that’s partially true. Their PERSONA is ours to love or hate, laud or reject. Their PERSON, is theirs. Not ours. JUST because someone lives in the public eyes due to stardom doesn’t mean we arbitrarily have the right to go in on them when we feel like it. They’re humans…extraordinary ones with extraordinary jobs and lives…but, humans nonetheless. It’s NOT our right to barbecue them for the way they choose to live or share or react to the world. YOU try having your entire life laid out for public consumption like an open buffet with no lids. Imagine all the fingers and germs that could get into your life if they could. Folks go in on celebs for being a whore (4-5 monogamous relationships back to back does NOT a whore make)…but, let us see YOUR little black book. If the cameras and paps were everywhere you were…who would the public think you were?

Secondly…the Internet has a penchant for saying everything that’s on its mind. You see a big woman in something you think makes her look nasty? You tell her. You see a man with a small penis? You tell him. You see a woman with an unflattering hairstyle or a baby with a “ghetto” name or a man with one tooth in his head…and what do you do? You tell him. WHY is that? Didn’t your parents teach you to not say ANY thing if it weren’t nice? Why does the Internet have you all so programmed to be cruel at the drop of a dime? Do better Internet…really.

Thirdly, this shit with judging folks on a regular basis, having fun at other people’s expense with retweets, hashtags, memes and GIFS is a little out of control. Is it okay to laugh at something funny? Sure…I love to laugh and do so often. I actually prefer to giggle at cat and dog fuckery, but that’s just me…

I digress.

Knowing someone’s life online and then constantly reminding them of a time they’re most likely trying to forget is beyond disrespectful. How would any of you like it if, if the one thing you were trying to let go of…was constantly regurgitated back to you? I did that to someone once…without even knowing it…and when I heard that it hurt her, I apologized. No one needs constant reminders of what they’ve done wrong. Most of us are far harder on ourselves than anyone else could ever be.

…stop being hypocrites y’all. I have seen in this past month, folks get on Twitter, Facebook, tumblr and blogs and tout their support of Trayvon, but then turn around and dismember Rachel Jeantel publicly ad nauseum. You’ll say, “No Justice, No Peace” but then use that same tongue to break someone down whom you dislike or find amusing. NO one should be your amusement to the point that it dehumanizes them and makes you feel no remorse for it. That’s so ugly.

Lastly, I find a lot of the women on the Internet…specifically Black women (yea I said that shit) who, because they are a certain skin tone or body build (see waist to hip ratio aka hourglass aka pear shaped, etc) believe they CAN be mean to others. Oh, and NO…I do not have a booty and I ain’t jealous. I have noassatall, but trust and believe with the sweetness that is my name *Kiwi*…booty don’t mean nothing to me. Besides…I walk like I got one 😉

Is it because they’ve spent a lifetime being complimented and adored by men and women, alike…that they feel like they can step over other people without so much as a whimpered “excuse me”? I see these chicks on Twitter with these huge followings. People telling them everyday how cool they are, how gorgeous they are, how fine their body is…has seemingly caused them to be megalomaniacs. Too much of a good thing CAN be detrimental…and clearly is. Chicks thinking because they’re the typically coveted body image…they can mistreat, disrespect and wave a “no fucks” hand at everyone they see fit to. Not cool ladies. We sisters could be SO strong if we’d unite and be a driving force of positivity, but if you don’t stop the cattiness, the meanness, the cliquish attitudes and cockiness…we’ll be stuck RIGHT here. In this moment…and how is that beneficial for posterity?

It’s not.

I’mma leave you with “Queen” by Janelle Monae and Erykah Badu…because even though the booty don’t lie…it sure can exaggerate the truth.

“Be a queen, see a queen, respect a queen.” ~ Kween Kiwi/Keys

Chit Chatter

It’s 3am…my witching hour…so of course I’m up.

Right now, I’m listening to the wind whistle Dixie…and an old episode of All My Children is on where I can remember being grossed out by the almost-love affair between Erica and Ryan. How you gone romance your daughter’s baby daddy? Ole cougar lookin’ ass…

Anyway…I’m up. Not mad either. I had a great Vicodin induced “nap”.  Oh, you don’t know what happened? Lemme update you:

~ So, my 40’s kicked the door in with a “probable meniscus tear” in my left knee (to be determined how severe w/an MRI) …did I write that in my birtsay blog? Probably. Either way…I’ve been hobbling like an 80yr old. What I’ve noticed is NOW…I’ve got pain in my right knee, because when you injure one side of your body…the other side will begin to get overused. So now…BOTH knees hurt.

~ I’ve had a tad bit of family drama (on the pappy’s side) and it’s had me in perpetual eye rolling mode for some time now. I’ll just say, “The LOVE of money is the root of all evil”

~ I’m learning to let go…I used to have SUCH a hard time letting go. I love so hard and want people to stay in my life whom I deem important, but when people let you go…you too, have to shake off the shackles of exhausted connections…and yes…even if it is family. I’m preparing myself to leave this earth SOLO…so, that means, if folks wanna act like my presence is optional…I will act accordingly.

~ Fancy Face Kreations has been my new baby for a while now…and with God’s grace and a chance from new connections, it will flourish. Click the link at the top of the page and see what we’re all about!!

~ Folks are hard-headed (random)…I swear you can’t tell folks NOTHING. I promise that I’m  learning to purse my lips and shush my thoughts. 40 gives you an almost automatic IDGAF license.

~ I’m kinda mad that the news reported that cats are killers. DUH..they have claws and teef. They have the hunter instincts like their bigger cat cousins and WILL put it in the life of a bird or rodent. It’s the cycle of life. Talmbout…humans need to keep their cats in the house. “The jail you made for Fluffy is the one you gonna rot in…”

~ Why folks keep messing with Bey? Let that child alone. Leave these CELEBS alone. They’re people too…learn some boundaries. Living a life in the spotlight doesn’t mean you get to invade them with your judgments. Mattafack…try this with ALL humans. Getcho own space.

~ Welp, I’m closing it out…not going to bed so to speak…but, ending my little midnight meandering. I’ll end up on Facebook playing Chefville until I can’t keep my eyes open.

Good night, Scopers. To you all in the line of fire of the bad weather…be safe. God bless. Return to me. 🙂

No Longer Waiting to Exhale

You could’ve bought me for half a penny last night when I found out Whitney Houston had died. I HATE the internet for the kind of  false alarms we have about celebrities dying. The first thing I do is search out the info on big sites…which I did this time and the top source was ABC. She’d died in the Beverly Hills Hilton Hotel and was found by her bodyguard. (even though for a second folks thought Ray J had found her). She was there to attend the Grammy’s which is to be aired tonight at 8pm EST on CBS. I’m sure the show will reflect the industry’s loss. Especially since we’ve also lost Etta James and Don Cornelius as well. ~sigh~

Let me tell you…I couldn’t even talk to my girl Tei anymore. I had to get off the phone. CNN was reporting and I had to hear every bit of it. I search for words right now and I’ve got a swirl of info and thoughts and emotions competing for space in this blog right now. (It doesn’t help that VH1Soul is on and playing her songs) I cried and cried some more…and turned her music on and cried some more. I’m still in disbelief…probably will be for a long time. It’s hard to accept the loss of such public people when they’ve left so many living visuals of themselves to keep them alive.

::exhaling::


Most people my age grew up with Whitney the way my mom grew up with Michael Jackson. In their beginning years…WITH them. My first album ever(which I purchased with my allowance) was her first album…vinyl. I played that album until it skipped. I loved EVERY song and played it and sang it EVERY day. I was 11 or 12. I used to hang with the Bunches…Shawn and Equenthia…and I think we all thought we were Houstons and Jacksons. I KNOW their mom Sandy got tired of us singing all the GAT damn time. lol  “You Give Good Love” summoned Shawn and I into his mother’s room one day as we laid eyes on Whitney for the first time singing. Mouths and ears open. That intro is unforgettable and I don’t care if we’re riding in a car of loud folks, with the windows down, wind whipping and what not…I can still spot that song on the lowest volume by the 1st few notes. “TURN IT UP!!!” is what you’ll hear me say out of nowhere. My 2nd fave became “Thinking About You” which is the 2nd track and honey it goes on for each song on this album. Her duets with Teddy Pendergrass and Jermaine Jackson…classic.

Then her sophomore album hit, “Whitney Houston” and I played THAT like it was going outta style. My girl Leah and I sat around and played that album (often crying and feeling every emotion…even though we were 12 & 14). “Where You Are”, “For the Love of You” the Isley Bros remake, which I had the nerve to correct Leah’s mom when she said that in the car:

Judy *as the song plays on the radio*: “Oh, this is a remake of the Isley Bros song…”
Smart Ass Me: “Nah uh, Ms. Judy…that’s Whitney Houston!”
Judy: “Yea, but they made it first…”

Smart Ass Me: “Oh…I like Whitney’s better” (KNOWING I hadn’t heard the other and thinking…who cares?) LOL

“So Emotional” was the song my sister and I sang often…mics and all. “Just the Lonely Talking Again” another remake, this one originally by The Manhattans. I swear…I sang this song to an ex of mine and he was mesmerized. He was like, “Wow…you sound just like her!” Back in those days I could actually hit those notes…now, not so much. lol

Whitney’s music, along with Michael Jackson, Prince, Stevie Wonder, New Edition, and so many more were indeed the singers to the songs that made the soundtrack to my adolescence. I can tell you who I was “in love” with, where I lived, who was my bestie and how I wore my hair to each song.

When Whitney visibly fell victim her drug usage…no longer functional, it was heart-breaking. I used to tell people…she’s human. Yes, we love her…but she’s human. There has to be enormous pressure on someone like her to be “perfect”, that we shouldn’t expect her never to fall, make mistakes and lose her way. I believed in my favorite female artist of all time. I believed that God and her strong mom would help her through. Whitney came from a family who although were connected to the gospel world…also had substance abuse issues. Both of her brothers at one time or another were addicted and her cousin Dionne Warwick had her own battles.

I wrote on Whitney before…click here…to see what I had to say back in 2009. As I read that older blog, I see some of the same memories written there as in this one, but hey…it’s my blog…I can repeat myself if I want to. LOL

~sigh~ Whitney Elizabeth…”Nippy”…I’m gonna miss you girl. I’m gonna miss pulling for you to get better and come back and reclaim your glory. Never again though…you’re in HIS glory now. I pray that for you. I pray an abundance of comfort, peace and understanding for Bobbi Kristina, Cissy, Bobby and the rest of your family and friends. I pray that your struggle speaks so loudly to those doing the same and that they’re convicted to get it together. I’ll never EVER forget your angelically pure voice, your sass and your artistic offerings. Rest in Peace, Whitney.

Love Always, Kali

**I want to thank my tumblr family for the pics @queennubian and @notesonascandal**  

They Made Me Do It!!

GEEEEEZ!


All I’ve been hearing is this damn Swizz/Mashonda/Alicia Keys shit. Facebook. Twitter. STFU. It’s getting to the point of blatant insanity and this cannot and will not be good for ANY children involved when they’re able to read and understand.


Okay, let’s get it out there. I uphold the sanctity of marriage. I want to be married in my lifetime (and I’m okay if I don’t) but, I’m going to be honest, because I don’t want to be a hypocrite for the sake of voicing my opinion. In this lifetime, I’ve had feelings for a married dude. An emotional affair so to speak. He’s gone now…and guess what, YES…it took ME to send HIM “back home”. If I’d let him have his way…I’d be ass up face down right now in some hotel off from the public eye. LMAO No. Truthfully…we cared about each other. I cared SO much for him and my own souls, that I told him I couldn’t any longer pray for love to come to me in the form of possible marriage…while I entertained his “love”  for me. To me, it was hypocritical to expect God to honor my desires while actively dishonoring this man’s vows.


NOW…having said that…so no one can call me full of shit, lol…let’s get to the meat of the situation. 


Swizz and Mashonda were married. Took vows to one another.  God doesn’t do threesome marriages where some anonymous third party has equal responsibility in a couple’s marriage. Call Alicia home wrecker all you want…Swizz wrecked his own home. You can’t “steal” someone’s man. You can’t “wreck” someone’s home. You can’t “keep” a man or woman for that matter. People make choices, they stay, they honor their vows, promises and love regardless of issues, time and circumstance. Mashonda should’ve written SWIZZ’ ass a public letter. Or how about keep that shit to yourself. Be two adults and keep your marital woes between the two of you. If I was Alicia Keys, I wouldn’t have responded either. Not out of shame or embarrassment (and yes, she should be) but, because I’m not the other party in a God ordained union. I’m not obligated to uphold their vows. Alicia wasn’t either. What ALICIA was responsible for, was upholding her image. Her self-respect. Her dignity as a woman and an artist/public figure. You can’t do dirt when you’re a celebrity and think no one will get wind of it. Alas, people take the risk for less than love everyday without considering the consequences. I personally think Mashonda might have been on some get back shit. (duh, right?) Well, I said that because I see how Mashonda has taken the demure role of being diplomatic and tactful, but how tactful was it to bring your business to the public eye, starring A. Keys as the “whore”? Hmmm, woman whose career is non-existent vs. “Superwoman”…sounds like a mud-slinging campaign. After all, Mrs. Beats DID say that she once looked up to Alicia and admired her music. THIS shit here? Was way too much drama. If for no one but her kids…she should’ve thought twice before doing that. That’s just my opinion.


All of the backlash surrounding Alicia Keys is sickening to me. Not because I condone home-wrecking…because I don’t. I released myself from my situation, because I couldn’t sleep at night. It didn’t sit right in my spirit. I never intended to feel him like I did…and truthfully, I wasn’t even in love. He supplied a need emotionally that I wasn’t getting elsewhere…yet, it was wrong. I take full accountability. So, my point here is that regardless of whether Alicia meant for it to happen or not. Is sorry or not…she has to live with herself. No one has a right to judge. It’s unfair that she’s taken the brunt of the ugly attacks, while Swizz looks like the “holy grail” of this debacle. He’s the prize. He’s coasting and not being put square on the blame like he should. NO woman can take a man from home unless he’s already got one foot out the door and even then, it’s by choice. Men have a gang of kids…and don’t get the Erykah Badu treatment. Men go through MANY women…and don’t get the Halle Berry special. Women are always accused of not being able to keep their men or handle their business and that shit is getting tiresome. Men have so many options that they get to hop from chick to chick and no one stops them at the gate with, “Why can’t you stay with one?”. When will these men be held responsible for their part in the failing of relationships and families. It’s not cool at all…


For me…I don’t get wrapped up in these people’s lives, which is why I don’t write sensationalist blogs about celebrities. I’m an artist and I respect artistry. I listen to music, I watch movies, I read books and poetry. I’m not concerned about peeping through Alicia’s window to see if she scratches her ass or digs in her nose. I don’t need all that.


Folks need to learn to mind their business and save their judgment for their OWN shit….you know? The stuff you might actually be ABLE to change?


You know, it’s mighty funny that when Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt’s affair was publicized, Angelina got SUPPORT for snagging “World’s Most Handsome Actor” according to People. She was looked at in a wonderful, glowing light as Brad adopted her children as his own. Then she was glorified when they married and had three children of their own together. In the meantime, it was Jennifer Aniston who was barbecued in the spotlight for “not being able to give Brad a family”…and for being “too busy” to be a wife. Why is it that our culture is so quick to crucify our women for these things?


~waving hand and walking off~

Paparazzi (pop-em-in-the-eye-so-they-cant-see)

WHY every time I go to the store and stand in line…there’s a National Inquirer or a Sun with pictures of celebrities in bathing suits exposing their not-so-fab bodies? Why is America so beauty obsessed? Do I really care if Jerry Hall has 4 rolls? Or that Anjelica Houston, who is in her 60’s looks old? I mean, shit…she almost damn 70. What kind of “body” do you expect her to have? I was talking to my sista on the phone and she was saying that Star Jones was very hurt about the whispers and gasps concerning her post-gastric bypass body. If someone caught me…da Kween…on the way out to the curb to dump the recyclables, with my hair not done, early in the morning, wearing what I threw on, from the worst angle possible…I’D BE PISSED, TOO! I just hate that this country has made it almost impossible for a celebrity to do anything privately as well as made the people in this WORLD do unnatural things to maintain an idea of beauty.

It’s so bad, that you have teen girls who haven’t even shed their baby fat…haggling with their parents around graduation time. “Mom…DAD…I’ve figured it out. How about…instead of the new car (which would help me get back and forth to college and/or a job for the next several years until I can afford to upgrade)…I’ll take a boob job! It’ll last WAY longer and it will help me GET a man who will drive FOR me! Whatta ya think?” Yea, stupid right? Yet girls are getting ass, tit and facial implants…lip injections…rhinoplasty [sp.], etc. Guys are getting CALF, facial, and only Lord knows what else…and of course people are getting stuff sucked out! Before their adult bodies even get a chance to mature…they’re already hating it and doing things to it all because mom and dad probably think THEY’RE ugly. Or perhaps look like Thing 1 and Thing 2…so the kids need to fall in and look like things, too. I mean damn…that is just the UPPER middle class. Even poor folks do it. It’s ridiculous that people are saving thousands of dollars in a weak economy all to look better, which is SUPPOSED to make them FEEL better. Does it? Because we’ve got some repeat offenders in the limelight…who are NOT satisfied with the first nip/tuck. They go back for more and more…and what does the doctor whose Hippocratic oath fell off the wall with the money being tossed at him/her in slo mo, do? They continue to cut into these people, who CLEARLY have self esteem issues. God rest his soul, Michael mutilated himself. I had a CRUSH on Off the Wall Mike. I had a lukewarm crush on Thriller Mike. After that…There was nothing to familiarize him to me except his signature dancing and voice. Lil Kim…on her quest to resemble Faith Evans…or someone light-skinned…has totally FLUCKED her face up. She was a pretty girl before it all. I thought Kim was too cute, with her petite self. Everything fitting HER frame. Then it happened…first came the eye contacts. Then the skin began to gradually lighten. The boobs enlarged, so much so…Diana had to play with one. Then she bought a booty. Lightening even more…then the facial implants. Was her chin always that pointy? ANYWAY…that child messed herself up. That video of her being assembled as a plastic doll was on point. At least she knows…and so does the pop-em-in-the-eye-so-they-cant-see. They’ve chronicled it for our viewing (and horrified) pleasure.

It’s not just about the idea of beauty either. These folks are making their living dipping in people’s garbage and whatnot. Some rich person is in their own backyard with their fat let out, because they are HOME and don’t have to suck it in…but Mr. Flash Pause is in the bushes with his Canon, snapping them bending over and their stomach hanging. Or you’re seeing the “first time” pics of the baby they hide under blankets in public…because they don’t want AMERICA to have the first set of baby pics before Grandma and Grandpa can get them. I wish I would see some fool in the bushes with a mechanical eye…taking pics of me scratching my ass or adjusting the girls. You remember how on the cartoons you’d see the bushes shaking and all you could hear are punches and kicks? Yea…breaking my hoof off in they goose ass. No wonder they get beat up all the time. MIND YO BIZNESS! Couples can’t even go anywhere without being snapped. First vacation since those movies came out and the kids were born and the pop-em-in-the-eye-so-they-cant-see is riding shotgun through it all. (Even though I’m convinced SOME celebrities bargain their private life for money and more fame) That being said, they’re making it bad for the ones who DON’T want to sell their lives. Those sharks get a taste of blood and they circle forever. Remember Princess Diana…and remember how bad it can get.

MAYBE folks are changing their faces so no one will recognize them in the media…

Remember that lady who looks like a cat? Or Joan Rivers who can no longer naturally smile? Cher and the alleged rib removal? Mickey Rourke’s overhaul? Just horrible. All these face lifts, boob jobs, lip implants, etc. prove…is that we’re warped. It’s one of the many reasons why men are obsessed with a perfect body…instead of a beautiful mind and spirit. It’s why women will dump a good man, for a FINE one who’ll do them dirty. It’s why, there are hundreds of weight loss and gym advertisements daily. It’s why…even though the country is beauty obsessed…we’re still the fattest in the world. It’s because…no matter how much you WANT to look like the Halle Berry’s and LL Cool J’s…we’re all built differently. Weight, heights, hereditary predispositions…are all factors in why even if you had a personal trainer to work you over every day and a dietitian planning and cooking all your meals…you STILL might get on the air and complain that you’re fat. It’s because the problem isn’t whether you eat right, or work out. It’s whether you love yourself AS IS and relish in your individuality. Giving yourself the permission to love them rolls. The flat chests and asses. The thin lips. The inherited gut, the crooked nose and those bowed legs…all of which you got from grandma or grandpa or auntie or cousin…and LOVE it. Love YOU.

…AND PUT THAT DAMN NATIONAL INQUIRER BACK!! Wasting good money…buy a Soyjoy. LOL