Who Gonna Check Me Boo?!?!?!

Apparently lots of these sistas hanging about Chicago...and their minions too....


While talking to my god sister and we were reviewing a series of events that have taken place over the past few weeks were so many women have decided that they needed to "pull my card" so to speak.

I asked her because she is honest with me...and she's familiar with me and most of the people that I interact with, and she brought something to my attention...I am not supposed to be the person that I am and part of it is because of my body shape and size....

Is this true? I know I end up writing about my weight and size on a regular but I think that as a plus size woman of color in this day and age it unfortunately colors much of my experiences. It is a huge part of everything that I do and say...and I'm not always okay with that but it seems to be a constant and consistent area in my life.

My god sister told me that not only do I have the nerve and audacity to look extremely young, but I definitely am not supposed to be a juicy girl strutting around the world taking no prisoners. But I have to-what other choice do I have? I am working towards world domination and I have no time to sit around and worry about what others are doing...I am trying to get it done and get it all done well...I have too much to do to sit around worried about what others are doing saying or not doing and saying....I mean while others are sitting around evaluating my business acumen and what I am doing in regards to the people I work alongside I'm busy making moves and plans to enhance our lifestyles and move us along to the next part of the plan.

There are a few people that can talk to me and "check" me when its necessary, but those people are close enough to me to have met my mama...have you met my mama? If not....you prolly aren't in a position to tell me about myself....

P.S. my lovely brothers and sisters...here's a few things to note about latrice:
*I am GROWN....next year I will be celebrating my 3rd decade of life....catch that...3rd...not 2nd...
*I am college educated....I attended university with focuses in English(I CAN WRITE BITCHES!!) African American History(So yeah I can wax political about the status of our people) and Latino Studies(Just cause I am diverse)
*I have been exposed to far more culture and history than most of you...and as brilliant as I am I happen to know what Fleur de Lis meant without hitting up babel fish....
*Stepping to Shirley's & Joe's baby girl can be a fatal mistake....I tend to be very venomous when I feel like I am being backed into a corner.....

Anyway....I'm gonna stop this stream of consciousness now before someone mistakes me for being angry when I'm not...but allow this to be a PSA....

YOU ain't gonna check me boo.....

the day I realized I was beautiful...and other realizations....

The other day as I was folding sweaters at Macy's contemplating jumping over the ledge into the cosmetic department to reduce the amount of boredom overwhelming my life I realized someone was looking at me...wait...not looking but peering...into my soul clearly...I turned and smiled at the customer and only received a heavy eye roll and a huge "bitch please sigh".... I shrugged my shoulders and kept it moving...only to have this scenario repeated at least four more times that day...and then the following day after running down the street to catch the bus cause of course bustracker didn't bother to tell me that the 14 would go from 9 minutes away to "due" in about 17 seconds...I jump onto the bus breathing heavy like a 500 lb boar....I turn and catch eye contact with a sister...I tried to smile through the heavy breathing and only received heavy eye rolls....from two other chicks...
this is the look i get most days from strangers....

As I sat down on the bus I begin to realize these particular heifer's are tall and skinty...prolly have a better chance at becoming a high fashion model then graduating from Harvard..I'm talking pretty gals have been giving me the evil eye...
Now...I know that I'm pretty...you know? but ummmm I'm about 5'1....and ___lbs....and not anything near a fashion model....here's a picture just to prove my point:


yeah...I'm the juicy one on the right....as if I was mahrried...lol! Anyway...I forgot to mention...I've been nappy headed since the 90's...always been a weirdo is what my close family and friends say....but yet I am ALWAYS met with disdain from other women! It was at that moment as I tried to catch my breath I realized..."bitch you is pretty!!" Like that for real unintentional pretty...the kind of pretty that must catch folks off guard or at least make them insecure about their own beauty...and I thought...hmm...that's pretty cool...I mean...how often does one realize that they are pretty enough to make others meet them with immediate anger and irritation?!?!?!?
I often walk into the room and conversations fade...I don't think its cause I'm so fly either...at least I never did before...but ummm...maybe I am?!?! Who knows...

Upon realizing that I am a pretty damn fly chica, I also realized that no matter how much I starve myself...no matter how much hummus and pita I eat...which is my FAVE!!!! I will never ever ever ever ever be a skinty biche! Its not in my future....

Here's why:
I am highly intelligent
My skin is pretty effing flawless
me no make up and prolly no sleep either...

and we already realized that I'm pretty from earlier....
there's a super hooker deep inside my soul that given the opportunity would prolly cause all kinds of problem...
so yeah...with all these factors...among others...I realized I'll prolly never be super skinty...

I mean...imagine me skinty? Yeah I'd be out here all kinds of nekkid...even in the winter time I'd be walking around with pneumonia in the cooter like no joke...hmmm....

dah well....this is my realizations that I've had the past few weeks...cause you know I'm highly evolved and shit....lol....


what have you been realizing?