All posts tagged: bold bitch

I’m Done Feeling Ashamed of My Body

What will it take for us to stop feeling so ashamed about our bodies? On multiple occasions, I have found myself looking at the mirror, pulling and pushing at different body parts, struggling to imagine what my body would look like if I could just lose at least 15 pounds. I have had moments where I find myself completely disgusting and repulsive, so much so that I would make up excuses not to go out when I had plans. I’ve missed a wedding, two networking events, a halloween party, and several other events where my presence was requested. I even almost backed out of going to New York City for the first time, and had I listened to my insecurities, I never would have interned in NYC last summer. I have backed out and I have refused invites because I “didn’t feel good” when really, “I didn’t look good.” Or at least, that was what I would tell myself.

B is for BOLD: My New York Summer Meltdown (Part One)

Oh LAWD. What am I doing…why am I on the floor right now…why am I crying? I knew leading up to this that I had yet to reach my low point, but I didn’t think it would happen on a night when my best friend was visiting me in New York City. Poor Penny. Homegirl didn’t know I was about to be leavin’ her at a New York nightclub on her first visit to the city. So much SMH on my end. So much emotional instability.

9 Things My Grandma Taught Me

 If you want to know where I get my fierceness from, you could look at my mother, but we are going even further up the family tree…to her mother, my GRAM. While being gorgeous and all around flawless, my grandma has taught me a lot. She’s the fiercest woman I know, and she always will be. Here are just 9 of the many things she has taught me.  9: Walk like you mean it. Look, there’s no time to waste, alright? When you walk, you walk with purpose. You walk like you’ve got somewhere important to be. When people ask me why I walk so fast, this is why. In fact, Gram walks faster than I do. She’s got the walk down. This is the first step to becoming a bold bitch. via: 8: Hands on hips means business. Seriously though, when you’re trying to deal with basics, you know, those people who are just too out of touch with the Bold Bitch lifestyle, you put your hands on your hips to show them what’s …

Boundaries of a Bold Bitch

Toeing the lines… By David Ryan So as Spinster Week comes to a close, Robert had the brilliant idea of putting you to sleep: with me. HA! Being trusted with the toughest leg of the relay, naturally I would never procrastinate the hell out of my deadline. HA! (Yeah. Sorry, Robert…) But today, I want to talk to you about drawing and toeing the line — knowing what the limits are, even if they’re just what’s perceived. On Tumblr (and vis a vis this Instagram), there are the wise words: “wake up every morning and tell yourself you’re a badass bitch from hell and that no one can fuck with you and don’t let anybody fuck with you.” In life we sometimes make secret compromises for the greater good. Like tolerating behavior in friends we don’t always find endearing. Or a significant other your friend is happy with that you don’t think is good enough. Or patience and support for the grieving. Or just not subjecting the world to our ratchetness and staying in. As …

Guest Post: Don’t Be a Poser

This is a public service announcement By Tiffany Hopkins I shall begin with my definition of a poser, because everyone has a slightly different one. POSER /ˈpoʊzər/ – Someone who is pretending. They can pretend in any aspect of his/her life, whether it is their personality, style, interests, hobbies, friends or even their beliefs. Synonym: faker (P.S. anything including the word fake is never good. Purses can be fake, people should not be.) Posers aren’t bad people, but no one knows “the real” them. Hell, they don’t even know the real them. That being said, I have a great tale for all you curious readers. The Back Story During my senior year of high school, I had a friend named Jared Peterson (FYI: We are no longer friends. I’ll consider telling you why later.) Jared was an awesome lad, a good-looking skinny, hippie man who had plans of moving to India by the age of 25. His girlfriend was the sweetest girl anyone could ever meet. Her name was Sarah, and she was just precious. …