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3/15/2015

Baby Boy is one of those hood classics that most of us seen waaaaay before we were old enough to see it. It was one of my favorite movies!! It wasn't until recently that I watched Baby Boy and really saw the movie for what it is. I had no intentions of watching this movie and walking away with such a sour taste in my mouth.

I was so bothered that I decided to dedicate a blog to explaining exactly what is wrong with this movie.

They try to reel you in with this fake deep bullshit about equating the black man to a baby...Wtf...fake deep.
He's a grown unemployed man, living at home with his mother, two children, could live with his gf but doesn't want to for whatever reason. Shortly after dropping his girlfriend off from the abortion clinic, he takes her car to see his other baby. Nothing wrong with that, until he opens up the mother's shower and tells her to cook a meal. Nigga you're an unemployed mama's boy...who do you think you're talking to? That's not what she said though. She cooked his meal, as he told her to do. (Side bitches are always submissive, thinking they'll take good enough care of him that he'll leave, or being content with being a side bitch)
The scene where Peanut comes to pick up her child from the grandma's house but Yvette is holding her? First off that's just hella awkward! Secondly, Yvette goes on the defense pointing out her tattoo of Jodi's name...Bitch you want a cookie? (haha she is Cookie, now) But anyway, she's so proud of that damn tattoo but last I checked, Peanut's baby is younger than yours...That nigga ain't shit to neither one of yall. She walking around with pride in that tattoo and Peanut walking around like but we still fuck so your tattoo means nothing. Nobody is winning in this scenario except Jodi.
OMG the scene after Yvette finds the condoms in the car at Lucy's??? This is where I really mentally cringed. When she questioned him about fucking Peanut she says something like I know you still fuck her and I ain't even mad because I already know. Pass number 1. Then she says I know you love me but I also know you fuck other girls from time to time. Pass number 2. Let's skip to the part where she asks him if he fucks the girls he sells dresses to and he says yes. After that he says "You got my son and you probably gon be my wife" Hold tf up!!!!!!! Where do YOU get off deciding whether or not I'm going to be your wife when you just told me you've been cheating on me?? (Then again how can he respect her if she's allowing it to happen?) How do you get to do all the dirt and still be the one to decide if I'm worthy of being your wife? He had the audacity to present that to her like it was an honor. He proceeds to say I love you and I wanna be with you but I fuck other females from time to time. WTF? Then he's all like you wanted the truth and there it is, do you feel better now? Noooo nigga. Noooo. And then he has the nerve to say "deal with it" OMFG. I can't with this scene. I lie because I love you...stfu...please. It's obvious you can't handle the truth. WHAT?
I'm going to skip all the way to the "Happy ending"...so after allllllll of this shit, he finally moves in, proposes and gets her pregnant again. We don't even see a wedding at all. So a happy ending is finally getting the nigga to AGREE to go down the aisle after giving him two kids and enduring years of heartbreak? No.
My point is this: we all watched this movie when we were young and impressionable. It's not the movies fault, no one is really to blame. What we watched was this false love story. He cheats on her, he's unemployed(not faulting him but he acts like he's a prize), he has multiple mother's for his children, he lies to her, he won't even commit to living with her, he disrespects her at every turn and this is all synonymous with love. This is a hood "love story". Yvette is a ride or die chick because she stood by him through all of this. Guys want a ride or die chick. Ride or die is sticking through the rough times, yes, that's true. Ride or die is not enduring so much disrespect that you become broken down and insecure. Yvette is stupid. Jodi is a fucking genius. Peanut is even more stupid. I hate to be so harsh, but we were too young watching love presented in all the wrong ways.
I will say this: It's an awesome representation of what relationships have become. 2 people one relationship. side situationships. children. heartbreak. disrespect. women in competition with each other. people settling. a ring. more children. It's a nasty cycle. Ultimately, it's about knowing your worth and making sacrifices to have a better life for you and your child(ren).

*I purposely skipped over the domestic violence because that is a separate issue*

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Fat Girl

3/14/2015

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I don't represent all fat girls.

I am a fat girl. I have placed myself in a bubble because of it. Never once was I bullied or picked on for being a fat girl. I created it in my mind. That's what an insecurity does; it makes your mind your worst enemy.

I've always been the fat girl of the bunch. Self-labeled of course. It's an insecurity that's hard to get over. I don't take as many risks, I don't date (for this and many other reasons), and I have allowed myself to become a shadow standing behind my friends. Don't get me wrong, it's not entirely in my head. All I have is what I can see, which is guys all looking for the same girl (refer to one of my previous blogs, I can't remember which one). I don't fit that description, which has seriously fucked with my head. I've done so much fat shaming and it's ridiculous. I honestly am so mad that I created this problem for myself.

After some time, I realized that I like the way I look!! I love who I am. Other people don't like it. WTF? Why am I caring so hard about your opinion that I'm allowing it to override my own? That's when I had to reevaluate my priorities. I can do whatever I want to do! I have no reason to sit here and limit myself because other people may feel that it's necessary. Other people make shit messy. I don't have time. People are always gonna have opinions, feel some type of way about what you do, screenshot your shit and send it their friends in group chat, and question every move you make. Being fat is apart of who I am, it's not everything I am. PS the word fat is an adjective. I don't mind it doing it's job to describe my physical appearance.

My point is that I am a fat girl. You can hate it or love it, I'm still going to be fat and I'm still perfectly fine with it. With that being said, I do have some complaints...

Fat Girl Complaints:

Department stores make fat girls shop in the "Women's Section" but it's all old lady clothes
Thrift stores go up to XL...do we need a fat girl thrift store?
Bras don't need to be so expensive
Wide feet want cute shoes too
There are probably more but I can't figure them out

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