I told myself that when I hit my personal goals for my body, I would go all out and buy myself any bikini of my choice because Why Not I’ve Worked Hard and Want To Treat Myself To Celebrate. And I found one that I would absolutely love to have.
I only want the bikini top though.
I REALLY want it. And I worked so so hard to get my body to a place where I’m proud of it, like, after years and years I’m finally almost where I want to be, and I’m in shape, and I can run laps around the track without getting winded, and I have muscle now, and omg, I’m just really proud of myself because for years, I’d been trying and failing, and I’ve never come this close to my goals before, and other bikini tops that I’ve tried on are never flattering, but this cut always works for me, and and and CHERRIES ;~; So I figure I can gift myself now.
BUT. BUT. But it’s crazy expensive. (The top alone is 54 dollars?!). But…want. D: ._________. But given the state of the finances, this would be a big purchase. So… should I go for it, as a splurge item, or should I just not get it? If I get it, I’m gonna have to refrain from buying anything else for a few months (which ain’t a problem lol). But if I wait… it might be sold out.
FHAIOSDFHIOSDHFOASFA ._. halp me
“Rock, Paper, Scissors,” by Kreesha Turner. ALLA DEM DANCERS BETTA WERK IT.
Also, her arms are sexy.
“I identify as Black. It’s not my fault I was born in the wrong body… the ~white~ one!”
“I’m totally Native American, but I was born into a white body. Seriously!”
“I’m SOOOO Asian! It’s not my fault I was born with this white body! I’m not white, I’m Asian! TRANSRACIAL!”
Lookie here. If anyone is trans-racial, it’s me.
Day 1: I was born, white as paper, to two very dark skinned parents.
Day 2: My dad thought that I got switched with another baby because I looked Asian, and he was like, “Da fuq, naw son that ain’t my girl!” I was pale as all get out, long, silky black hair.
THREE MONTHS, and I was as dark as my dad.
SIX MONTHS, and my hair finally started gettin that kink.
By the time I was one, things were settled. Dark skin, kinky hair.
FIVE YEARS, and I got lighter, from the same shade as my parents, to the skin tone of my sister (like 7 shades, very noticeable in picture comparisons lol)
TEN YEARS and I got darker again, lol, but not as dark as before; halfway between the previous two shades.
TWENTY ONE YEARS, and my hair’s natural curl pattern got looser
So let’s review. I went from being white, to being East Asian, to being South Asian, to being Black to being mixed to being Black again. BOOM.
THAT’S how you do transracial, thank you very much, and until then, I’mma need all you “Black person in a white gal body” heauxs to sit down and shaddap. The Queen of Transracialness has shown you corny ass wanna-be-a-nigga-but-don’t-wanna-be-a-nigga white folks how it’s done. Dismissed, bitches!
I had a bike accident a few days ago, and while I managed to walk away from it with only a few scrapes and bruises, my whole body is so sore today.
Somebody kiss it all better ;~;
….But damn if that wasn’t the most epic accident I’ve ever had.
I’ve gotten a couple messages implying that people couldn’t find my blog anymore because I changed my url so quickly.
Sorry about that, guys! I should’ve given more of a heads up. So if you’re wondering who this thinkspeakstress person is… it’s Alex. Formerly known as Whatwhiteswillneverknow. Lol. I realize that changing my name and then changing my theme on the same day was prolly not the best of ideas lmao. -_- Sorrrryyyyy!
My old name got snatched up quick! The new WWWKN blog is lookin real sharp tho, so check that out too! I recommend it already. =)