I’M A BROOKLYN GIRL, I MAY TAKE SOME GETTING USED TO…
Lately, I’ve been dressing like this (minus the fist) or in other ridiculous outfits that I like.
I got really sick over the summer and two things happened:
1. I embraced the fact that for the last two years I’ve been a size 0, which is not me bragging as much as being in disbelief after a lifetime of battling my weight (Hey, I have a disease, what can I do?)
2. I realized how serious my disease really is and decided, fuck it, I DO WHAT I WANT (Which, if you know me, might seem kind of funny because I’ve never quite fit in anywhere anyway and often just did my own thing. No one has ever accused me of trying to do what everyone else was doing, that’s for sure.)
So when I saw this jacket, I knew it had to be mine, and when I saw that chain I thought, “Oh hell naw, no one can own that but me!”
Over the weekend I went to two of the Jay-Z concerts at the new Barclay’s Center in Brooklyn. I went opening night and Sunday night. Earlier on Sunday I met up with some of my closest friends for brunch in Manhattan.
As I walked around Manhattan like this, I got a lot of weird looks. It was as if I could see people not being sure what I was. Which considering that I am ethnically ambiguous and am often asked straight up, “What are you?” It takes a lot for me to notice it. I also got a few young hip hops dudes smiling at me.
Then I went to BKLYN for the concert. I got smiles and encouraging comments from other women heading to the show (also, come to think of it - way to represent ladies, showing love and not hating on each other’s looks!).
We got there early, so the fiance and I walked away from the arena to get some food before heading in. When we got a few blocks into the residential area we saw a group of maybe five young black kids.
Actually I didn’t really notice them at first, until one boy, who looked to be about 10 years old, exclaimed to his friends, “Yo, she’s a G!” He wasn’t saying it so I could hear it, but I did, and it made me smile.
Then as we were about to pass each other, the oldest girl, I’d say she was 13, stopped me and said, “Excuse me, you look really pretty miss.”
Barely able to contain my touched laughter I said, “Thank you that’s very sweet.”
Not only was it cute, she was so polite about it. Who doesn’t love a polite kid?
And I thought to myself, “Yeah, where I’m from, this is pretty.”
Where am I from? BROOKLYN!!!
And yeah, I am fucking owning my nose in this pic. Damn. That thing might be big, but it’s all I got and it’s time to start loving it.
Daisy is the best.