Who’s the Baddest? I am.

So I’ve been invited into a lil group where we ask pointed and salacious questions of one another simply for the benefit of wasting more time, in addition to sharing a few interesting stories.  The last question I answered had to do with high heels.  Folk wanted to know how I felt about them.

I answered like any person who loves women for their femininity would.  I mean, of course, I love them.  But I’m not just lovin em to be lovin em.  Not just any “heel” will do.  (Also, I prefer the term “pumps” but that’s just me.  All picky about the nomenclature and shit.)  At any rate, I love a woman’s confidence in heels.  Anybody can put on a bad pair of shoes, but the test is:  can she work em’ tho?  Can she walk it in em?  Better yet, can she rock flats or sneakers and still be the baddest woman in the room?  Because, you see, the shoes and the makeup and the handbag don’t make the woman.  You make alla that work for you.  Likewise, clothes don’t make the man either.  Dude himself must be more interesting than his cufflinks or unscuffed Js appears to suggest.  Sartorially gifted though one may be, the outfit isn’t enough all by itself.  The substance has to be there too. And confidence, m’friends, is the cherry on top.  Nothing worse than receiving a gorgeously wrapped gift, only to find out there’s a chia pet or a pet rock in that joint.  It’s false advertisement and there’s laws and shit against that kinda shit.

Quiet confidence is undoubtedly the quality I find most alluring.  It’s what piques my curiosity and keeps one interesting.  And although most folks who claim to have “haters” aint really got no damn haters, haters do lurk about looking for hater shit to get into.  They seek to tear down the crux of who you is, to make you believe that the way you do what you do isn’t the way it’s supposed to be done.  

It takes guts to march to the beat of your own drummer, and it takes confidence to address your critics’ naysayings with a non-negotiable “fuck you.”  Because ultimately, there aren’t many comebacks for that. Besides, we keeps it moving at all costs.

It takes work to get to the stage where you’re comfy in your own skin.  But, lord hammercy once you get there, once you really believe that “aint nobody dope as me,” the universe will reward you for it.  Greatness can’t flourish where fear anchors.  My girl, @shutupandsing taught me that.

Let your freak flag fly, baby.  Because if you believe it, then so will we.

I mean, yeah. But you get the picture.

Advertisements

About moniquealicia

M.A.G. is a doctoral student at Howard University. She resides in the Washington, DC metro area, and is passionate about her love of family and friends, politics and conversation, and the exceptional meal. View all posts by moniquealicia

One response to “Who’s the Baddest? I am.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: