Welcome to my deepest mind and thoughts. Writing for me as always been therapeutic, and something I always truly love to do, so much so, it was my major in college. There is much more to me than the eye candy image, and here is where it will be reveled. Here is where I will express my emotions, my thoughts, my inner feelings, and my mind, so that it will transpire over a beauty image that is shown, and prove that beauty is truly only skin deep.
Many ask, many wonder, others have pondering thoughts, alot assume, and many make their own conclusion of who Karisma is and why does she do this, why does she do that.
I’ve gotten endless emails of questions that poured into my in box that injects their curiosity by asking me things like this: “when I go to your fan page I see you publish inspiring quotes, with sexy images and than confuse me with biblical sayings of how you are in love with the Lord, and than I fall into your twitter page and you display a different side, with advertising your video vixen body with endless booty pics and than your personal website misskarisma.com and blog site, confuses me even more because there you seem like a woman who carries a mind with that body of yours, and than you have an adult site that showcases what appears to duplicate a porn site, I don’t get it!! How can you talk about God on your fb fan page and than advertise your “porn site”.
I love receiving emails with inquiring minds. Since many have questioned me and my multiple sites that carry its own personality’s, this is for you, to relax your thoughts, and to change your assumptions and to conceive the real conclusion of what and why is displayed to the world.
I describe myself as a woman of various elements which is why when you arrive at my websites they all appear to be different because they all showcase a different side of me. I want the world to know me internally as they do externally. So allow me to dissect it for you.
When you meet my, it carry’s one of my most personal parts of me, the real me. FB fan page displays one of the most real sides of me. Here I can be myself in front of the world, remove my sexy video vixen mask, and perform the real me without wanting or expecting anything. I get to express my real inner thoughts and offer any kind of advice that may help someone out there. When I post a quote its how I truly feel, when I preach about my Love for God that’s how my heart speaks. , connects to my real life personality. I constantly offer advice to my friends because I love to help people, and as bizarre it may seem, I am a Christan at heart that attends church weekly.
When you step into my Twitter World, that’s my hustle and grind also known as my advertising tool to fulfill my online occupation. There you will see a different side of me the more external comes out, the eye candy of me is published so that it invites you into my occupation world which is my online membership site.
My membership site(misskarisma.com), is where I transform like a nurse who puts on her uniform. Shes all about work, ready to help people and it consist all about that and nothing more. Money is on her mind and succeeding at her job is her priority. Its the same concept for me. That part of me is about entertaining clients and fulfilling fantasy and making that quota to supply my bills that life gives me, nothing more, nothing less.
Than there is my entertainment site, as I also call my personal youtube channel. After being on Youtube, for 3 years, I decided to take things into my own hands and create my own youtube channel site, where there was no limitations and no restrictions and I was free to fully be me. So in 2010 my 3 rd baby was born and that was Karismatv.
And than there is my mental side, I want you to see the other gift God has granted me with and a passion I carried since youth, my blog site. Here is where I connect with you on a mental level where you get to see what my mind carries, as I birth out my inner thoughts .
This site is my second passion, because writing is embedded into my veins, just as much as modeling is. I truly love to write and express how I feel. Its more than just a hobby for me.
And lastly my Bio world. My bio world where you are properly introduced to misskarisma and can get all the depth facts about yours miss truly. I want you to know how this all began for me, who I really am whats behind the eye candy, and discover that there is a real story to me. There is always a story to ones life how they become who they’ve become and the journey it took to get there. My bio site is truly just the beginning chapter of what will later be produced with more in depth facts into an autobiography.
So you see, Miss Karisma is just not a name, is just not a model, is just not an eye candy, is just not an adult entertainer, is just not a writer, Miss Karisma is all of that combined. I am different from the rest, and I want the world to not only fall in love with the image of Karisma but love the real beauty that’s exists behind the images. I always say beauty is only skin deep. Beauty fades. And when mines does, it wont be just that left, a memory of my beauty, it will be a platform that carries all the elements of me, which is why you meet the different sides of Miss Karisma.
The Lord gives us all so many gifts/talents it amazes me how a lot of people limit themselves to not letting out their gifts be shared with the world. I myself love what God gave me, and I will utilize each and every gift that he personally made for me, till the last breath of me breathes. So you wanted to know why all my websites seem to differ each other, that is because we all have multiple gifts, I just happen to be brave enough to share mines with the world.
- Miss Karisma
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I use to wonder why am I here, why was I born, why was I created, why did God plant the seed for me to born and grow in the plant of life? Why??
My curiosity as a child use to battle my mind with numerous of thoughts of my purpose, it left me wondering and questioning the whys, the hows, the how comes.
With the hand of cards that I was dealt with since early child hood, it made me feel like I was mistake that perhaps God didn’t realize I existed and somehow had an effect of amnesia and forgotten my existence.
I didn’t fit in with the kids around me in school and home didn’t make me feel any more complete. As I grew a little older, life was throwing me more curve balls than my childhood had captured, and I began to ask God literally why am I here, do you know that I am here, if so, why is all of this happening? How can all of this be existing, the pain, the hurt, the experiences. I thought perhaps God placed a foot print on my life to go through such misery, purposely, and it just didn’t add up right, and made no clear sense in my mind.
The rejection from those around me confused my heart, the rejection from men broke my heart, the rejection from life, broke me into pieces that I just couldn’t pick up and piece together. The broken pieces of my life were so sharp, sharper than glass, it cut me each time.
When God poured the dream into my heart to be a model, I felt like I had finally found my true calling and even more so, a purpose at least 1 purpose in life. It made me see the light of life, it made me want to live the wonderful gift of life, it gave me a reason to smile, it gave me an urge to wake up each morning.
But more importantly it kept me from life’s most dangerous harms. Drugs, prostitution, alcohol abuse, and even suicide. The dream that God breathe into my life, was not only a dream, it was my savior from a lot of things that could of been the result of my chapters in my life.
I didn’t carry the title of daughter, sister, mother, auntie, cousin, wife, it made my role in life seem empty, and when I had the desire to want to be a model I felt special like I was finally crowned with a title, a role, in life.
So when the gift was given to me to have the talent to be photogenic, I held on to it with my life, heart and soul, it was held on so tightly, so strongly, and if anyone felt like they could take it away from me, it would be like taking away bait from a tiger, i would quickly attack. My dream meant soo much to me, it was all I had, all I had to fight for, all I had to live for.
So I chased it with all that I had in me, I fought for it with all the fight I had in me, I treasured it wit all my heart could savor it with. As I birth my dream, I noticed the world started to see something in me, I never even saw in myself. As I placed my photographs online, the world, started to desire to Karisma, as I placed my life story online, the world started to know Karisma, as I placed my writings online the world discovered my other unknown talent, and withing a few yrs before I knew Karisma was starting to create a name of its own, and I was now a title to someone, a title to the world.
I look back at some of my old photographs as a child, when I was once so young, so sad, so lost, where I felt like i belonged no where, where I felt like I belonged to no one. Where I felt like a missing piece to a puzzle, where I felt like the black sheep, where I felt with such tragic memories that carry from childhood, I realize I am gift, a gift to this world with photography, with writings, with inspiration, with talent, with a destiny to be who I am today.
When it was told, that I wasn’t suppose to be here by doctors to my mother, because she wasn’t able to conceive, I believed it.
I am someone now, I am somebody to someone now, I carry a purpose now, I am able to touch those that I don’t know in the world, and touch those around me.
This is one of my purposes in life. When you look at a modeling photograph of me, don’t just see a pretty face, see what the picture really holds a woman who was once lost, but has been found, a woman who has a passion for her destiny.
I no longer mask my face with tears, I no longer fill my mind with questions, I no longer ask God why, I no longer carry rejection in my spirit.
My story is no fairy tale book, and with the bad hand I was dealt with in life, my life prediction was meant to be a worse outcome. No I am not a senator for the state, and no I am not the most high paid lawyer, but I turned out alright, and was able to discover, what most people on earth are trying to find…their purpose.
As I see the fan mail pouring in my emails, and the comments displayed by my pictures, it melts my heart that God didn’t forget about me, that God knows that I do exist, that God did give me a purpose, that God did grant me a title, and that I am able to live with that everyday…
He lean towards her on her bed gently, rubs her face and gives her a kiss on the forehead, she slowly opens one eye not aware of what is going on and as her uncle rubs her face more intensely. She now wakes up to see who is his before her, and sees her uncle and says “oh hi uncle Rob”, he says “I’m sorry to wake you but I wanted to tell you good night and read you a bed time story, and she sits up in her bed and gazes at him still feeling half asleep and says “ok” .
He ask can I sit on your bed and she moves over, he pulls out one of her books and ask her to sit closer to her, as he reading her novel, he’s rubbing on her legs and her back, as he finishes he looks at her and says she is so beautiful, shes as pretty as a princess, she laughs, he ask for a kiss on the cheek and she gladly gives it, he than holds her face and gives her a kiss on the lips, softly, she stands still not really understanding, he than ask can I see your pj you’re wearing and she happily shows it to him, he starts rubbing on her legs and than lifts up her pj t shirt slowly and says those are some cute panties. Do you like them and shes says yes they’re my favorite color.
He than tells her there is a thing called feeling good, he ask her have you ever heard of it, shes says no looking puzzled, he says well let me show you what feeling good his. He rubs up on her panties and than place his hands in her panties and starts to touch her, shes looking uncomfortable but not knowing what to do, he rubs on her vagina slowly and than more intensely and ask her does it feel good, she looks afraid to answer and says uncle I don’t know if this right, he says yes to feel good is right, he pulls down her panties plays with her vagina some more, and tell her to relax, he than undress him self and gets on top of her and places himself in her, from that moment, this 7 year old girl is not only a victim of rape and sexual abuse but she has received her admission pass to a world that will capture her from her teen years to adult years, and make her confused, open to men, easily manipulated, feeling unworthy of her self, having her self esteem dropped to low temperature, and she will never be the same.
Sexual abuse, can have so much power over the body, the mind, and the emotions. it can create repercussions, and results that can result in emotional and physical damage in the present and long run.
Sexual abuse that involves molestation, especially at a young age, not only rapes the body but strips away the innocence, puts fear in the emotions, creates a platform of years that will lie ahead of time filled with guilt, hurt, resentment, torment, and opens a world of sexual behavior that can never be reversed.
This is usually the case or scenario of a young girl or boy that gets molested. People that get molested at a young age, seem to have a different persona, a different mentality, and it seems like they all think just about the same. You can almost tell when a person has been sexually abused, they seem more open to the sexual world willing to give anything and all with no remorse or regrets and most of all feel a validation of feeling its ok, because they were introduced to a forbidden sexual behavior, before there time.
I wanted to blog about for this for a long time, because I feel very strongly about this subject because it is an epidemic and it is a high rate problem in this country. I myself was never sexually abused thank the Lord, but I knew people all around me who were and even growing up, when we were 1st introduced to sex, they always seemed to put a stamp of its ok to sleep with numerous of men and carried a low self esteem on their back.
I feel like sexual abuse is a serious matter, and one thing that has been in common with most sexually abused victims is that they never had anyone beleive them either a parent or a caretaker never believed that they were molested and that takes another blow to their heart and self esteem.
As a child or young person they don’t have full control of being raped, and can’t seek a solution but I feel if you have been exposed to this, that if it it still affecting your daily life as an adult to seek counseling and not feel ashamed of what has happened. A lot of sexual victims will lash out their emotions and show a hardcore shell and portray that they are ok, its nothing, but it is something because something very precious was stolen from you.
When I would hear the stories from friends, my heart would go into pieces, it was heartbreaking to hear that a little girl was taken by their own will for sex, and had no one to protect them or rescue them.
As a parent one day I will teach my child to tell me, and let me know that I will not be angry at them and that I will believe them and protect them.
Being touched against your own will, can leave you with traumatic experiences in your life, but after reviewing many molested victims, seeing the pattern they lived in their sexual lives, because they never got the counseling they needed, I only hope that if you are reading this and you were a victim from this, that there are people out there that can help you release all your pain and emotions there are people that can understand. Most of all never feel ashamed about it, or feel that you will be judged for it, unfortunately this situation occurs more than you know, and there are a lot of people that are in the same boat. If you feel like the patterns in your sexual lifestyle is in result of molestation that happened in your past, talk to someone about it. If you are not ready to do counseling atleast talk to a trusted friend or person, a real heart felt talk and release everything you are feeling and thinking, a little day at a time you will see your sexual life, take a healthier route.
Would you date a woman that carries a curve, with a waist line of a size 0, a woman that fills a bra cup of b that sits up and salutes naturally, would it be her natural hazel eyes that captures your interest or perhaps her curve behind that plumps by the injection from God.
Is the photogenic images of a model beauty that would make you chase her or the hot sex appeal you feel right through the camera making it the only reason why you would date her.
What about the brains you see in that pretty head, what about the caring heart that beats underneath those hot breast.
What about talent that lies far beneath that model look, what about the good hearted person that defines the personality behind the body.
So I ve been asked before would I trade my career for love? What is love, how is love if you give up a part that makes you happy. Love should be the addition to make complete and not a subtraction that will equal to sadness and misery.
Isn’t love suppose to be blind, it sees nothing the human eye sees, it only feels, feels with emotions. Love is suppose to be supportive, strong, intimate, colored with unconditional love, understanding, fearless, and love does not judge.
People think or assume that I don’t carry a heart filled with emotions to put on a plate and give to a man because of my career. People mind thinks because I carry a higher dose of sex appeal that wont make me fall in love with a man and treat him a 100% right.
People judge because I use the talent of my body to create a lifetime career, that I wont know how to treat a man, and most of all people expect that I would step on a lower level and let go of something that is a part of me, for a man insecurity.
I truly love what I do and one thing I know throughout the years when I did date, when I did have a man, my career did not meet the level of pain that men exchanged with me, my career treated me the way a husband should, it was always there, it was always supportive, it was always loving, and most of all it never left me, so how can I abandon what is true to me, what has been soo good to me, what has been so loyal to me, because a man cannot feel 100% secure because of his own insecurity’s.
I ve always had the gift of balancing my career and my man, men actually complained why wasn’t I like the way I am on camera, because in real life, I don’t like to be sexy, I don’t like to be made up and somehow I knew how to draw the line between love and my career and balance it like a balancing scale with each one weighing evenly on a scale.
In relationships my man always came third, it was God, my career and than him, that was my world, I treated him the best I could of, made the time for him when he needed, loved him right, satisfied him to the t, and I was always a good woman. Just as I give 150% to my career it is the same thing I do with love.
Careers don’t mistreat or cheat, careers don’t lie or hurt.
So the 1# question would I give up my career for love, who would I stop doing what I truly love, would I trade it for a chance of happiness, the answer is I shouldn’t have to because love doesn’t see what I do on camera or what my body looks like, or the sex appeal that is so admiring, love sees beneath that, behind the body, underneath the sexiness, before the artificial, because beauty fades, but love, love is forever.
When I see couples like CoCo and her husband and Jenna Jameson who are happily married and mothers, proves that love comes in all shapes and forms, that love is truly color blind, and with my faith and belief in the Lord I know that he has created and designed a man that is programed only for me, that will see past the sex appeal and see my heart and consider the sexiness as a bonus and not a problem.
I read in an article with Lady Gaga being asked about love and her statement is “some women choose to chase men, some woman choose to chase their careers, if you don’t know which way to go know that your career will never wake up 1 day and say it doesn’t love you” and I couldn’t agree anymore, love stopped loving me, but my career was faithful and stood by my side, through it all, its like a love for a child you would never trade that for a mans love, because that love is forever.
Asking someone to give up their career for you is like portraying a selfish character, you wouldn’t ask a nurse to not be a nurse anymore for you, at-least you shouldn’t, because what someone does from 9-5 does not define how they would treat you.
I know what I do in my career I wont always get the stamp approval, but I do know that behind it all I am good person that believes in love, that loves love, and that will receive the true love, no matter what the circumstances are.
So when I wipe off the make up, take off the lashes, undo the weave, take off the sexy lingerie, and throw on some basketball shorts, would you still date me? would you…
- Miss Karisma
On this very special day, the creator of the universe created a special gift to the world. A gift that would one day touch people, a gift that would one day inspire people, a gift that would one day share the endless talents with the world, a gift that is so precious and so unique to the human kind. And that very special day is April 23.
The day God created me, the day God blew his breath into me and made me exist. The day, that he took his time to make and create and prepare what the world now knows as Karisma.
I use 2 run from Bday’s, I use to curl up in a little ball when my birth holiday would be approaching. I use to wish the time would go as slow as turtle to not have the day of the 23 of April arrive because in my mind, in my life, in my heart and I was dissatisfied with it all, and as much as I loved everyone’s birthday, I hated mines.
But than I realized God created a special gift to the world on April 23, he took his time as he slowly sewn his love and goodness to create and complete me before he was done, he sealed the package by placing a kiss on my forehead stamping me with his blessings and placed me in my mothers womb to be delivered on this very day.
I use to hope and expect the man that was present in my life to make it special, give me an extraordinary gift and make my bday but that always failed. I use to hope that family and friends would make my bday memorable, but that never succeeded. Birthdays to me was an expression of a funeral, I use to cry on them because they were never special enough.
But this time around I am my own bday gift giver, I’m making this day special, I’m giving myself this special gift I
and not relying on a man or anyone to make it special.
This year my bday has a proven meaning, this year it is more than just receiving a gift, or having someone present in my life, its about blessings, it about accomplishments, its about goals, its about happiness, its about letting go of the past, and most of all its about me.
To my heavenly father, 3 months ago, you witnessed an experience, and I came to you on my hands and knees and asked you to come into my life full force, to take over, to control the action, to release it all, and give a solution. I made a promise to you and father you delivered, and I am so forever grateful and thankful for your love, for your undying promises, for your blessings and gifts, I know I can count on you, so thank you Lord, thankyou. Thankyou for this day, thankyou for letting me see another blessed birthday, (whispering thankyou!)
3 months ago, I created www.misskarisma.com/store 2 months ago I created Karismas Dvds, today I officially launched www.misskarisma.com/showroom and I THANKYOU once again to all my fans, supporters and customers!!!
I work 17 hr shifts a day, I created all my websites, I film and edit all my videos, I take my own pictures and edit them all, and I created the showroom all my by myself. I didnt have any sponsors, and help, it was all done by me. And on this bday I am soo happy, so thankful and so blessed to see my hard work fertilized and birth today, it truly means everything to me, and I hope I am an example that hard work pays off. Dont give up on your dreams, I had every door shut in my face, but I didnt give up on any of my projects and here I am on this very bday celebrating, my hard work, that I did by myself.
THANKYOU FOR ALL THE BDAY WISHES & LOVE!!!
I feel free as a bird, untied from the human chains that used to emotionally lock me up, unbounded by blinded love, un-misused and un mistreated by the opposite kind and it feels so good.
I feel like bold eagle soaring high in the sky with my reborn virginity tucked away nicely.
My mind feels release of tension, release from stress, release from heartache of a man only wanting me only for sex, release from any confusion of fake love displayed by men, wanting only their selfish satisfaction to be fulfilled, by me giving it up. I am released from it all.
I feel like a queen in a kingdom like I’ve gained power by resetting my virginity button.
Yes I’m still pinky swearing that I’m not having sex and I think the more I show my body the tighter I hold on to the key.
And I feel great. I don’t miss the 3 min pleasure of an enhanced orgasm that tried to fill empty void of the moment, I don’t miss the feeling of oh I know he’s just here 2 fuck me and leave within the next 10 mins, I don’t miss the after effect of lingering heartache that lives on throughout the week, by hoping he will call me and want more out of what he just got.
And let me tell u I’ ve been weeding out the bad from the good so much easier now, by saying I’m celibate when I meet a man. Men run like Im handing them rats.
I don’t miss the fetus scares.
I don’t miss the is he going to call me, will I hear from him again
I don’t miss the feeling of low from lack of self esteem by giving up something so very precious to fill an empty space in my heart of the current moment when in the end it only multiples the pain.
I feel rejuvenated, I feel like I gained my pussy freedom back n its no longer a slave to men.
I feel that each day that goes by its building on the platform of making me a stronger and a healthier self esteem
And I must say I am proud of myself for not giving into the temptations of life, for not giving into the poisons of lust, for not giving into falling short for men like a 12 year old young girl.
I am proud!
The only thing I regret is not doing it sooner.
My vision on love is now more clearer, its a 20/20 and I can see better on who really wants to be with me and who really wants to explore my inner body world.
In the streets men chase, they drool, they ask, they beg, to get a chance to step into my pussy world but I let them know that admission is close.
My friends try to hook me up with ones that claim interest in me I immediately reject.
So how would I meet “the one” I don’t know, they say you feel it I don’t think it will happen like the fairy tales or perhaps it may but I do know when God joins us nothing will stand in the way and it will be right.
Sex to me now is the same definition of love, its no more just sex with a climax.
I had my days and I don’t want them back.
I’m glad I am rediscovering my body, re birthing my worth, re rooting my self esteem, planting my trust and preparing my mind heart and body for the 1..
I am happy to be still be celibate and the days are still counting!
In the world we live in today, Black is viewed like colors of the rainbow. Like a black skin tone carries that many shades, that many variety’s. Black in the black community is not just known as just black as it is in the white or Hispanic community.
In the black world, it is commonly known that if you have a lighter skin tone its like having a prize. If a black person is dark or too dark, they are viewed differently than the ones who carry 3 shades of color lighter than them.
So what is it that makes a dark skinned black person not feel the same as light skinned black person? Why is it a like a special reward if you are light skinned with lighter eyes? Why is that dark skinned people don’t want to mix they’re tones together to produce another dark skinned tone. Aren’t we all truly the same??
Dark skinned vs Light skinned, chocolate vs caramel. Which flavor is your preference?
Men when you see a lighter skin woman walking with a dark skin friend who do you approach first?
Who do you find more attractive? And why?
Some of the common quotes that I ve heard from unsatisfying dark skinned people are ” I’m too dark, I don’t want to be in the sun, keep the light on me, I look burned, omg I wish I wasn’t this dark!, I would be prettier if I wasn’t this dark!”
Do light skinned people get more advantage?
Ive heard that statement, that light skin blacks do have an advantage with men, jobs, and society. Like being lighter is widely recognized and more preferred.
Is it true the dark skinned people have less advantages because they carry and extra layer of color on their skin? Is it true that dark skinned people are looked at as the real definition of black, that their skin tone define their nationality as the true African American, that their tone describes less advantages in the world, less interest in men, less appealing to the world??
Is it true that a light skinned person would be chosen over before a dark skinned person because they are closer to the Hispanic or white world. Is it true that the light skinned is perceived to have prettier babies because of their lighter tone? Is it true that men would choose the lighter one just because they are simply light?
What happened to being the color, black, black is black. That if the shade is light, brown, or dark that their is red line between them to make a difference, no black is black. When asked your race on applications is doesn’t say lighter African American, dark African American?!
I ve been told growing up that being light skin gave me an advantage, despite the fact I looked like Steve Urkel sister, I was still in the pool of getting chosen because I was light skin. Growing up my mom always told me to to date light skin men, she chose my father who carry’s a very light skin tone that produces his kids including me as you can see HERE to be close to the Hispanic race.
But I never felt like I wasn’t black and I definitely didn’t feel like I got special advantages because I carried a caramel skin tone. It didn’t stop the pain in my life, it didn’t stop the trial and tribulations, it didn’t give me more, it didn’t make me less, being light skin is just that being a light skin black.
I am in love with dark skin men. I believe I dated perhaps only 1 light skin man, and if I had a preference I would chose dark over light. I beleive the shade of dark skinned is beautiful and define a certain kind of beauty of its own. Its like a stallion horse. to me. Most horses are brown skinned but than you see a black horse and its black hair and it stands out and it is soo beautiful that is how I view dark skin.
My modeling agency is going to consist with a lot of dark skinned people. I truly love the dark cocoa color that God has blessed them with. The nice shade that God painted on their skin that illuminates in the sun, is truly a beauty to me.
I ve always told my dark skinned friends that they are beautiful and the darker a man is the sexier he is to me. If I had to choose 50 cent vs Will Smith it would be 50 cent because of his color.
But I ve heard through debate I only say all this because I carry a lighter tone myself that I don’t understand what its like to be dark, no I understand what its like to be black. Although I carry different races in me, I consider myself black. I don’t have Vidal Sassoon hair, and baby blue natural eyes, I am a black woman. If I stand next to Alek Wek the model in front of a white woman she would not say only one of us is black, she would say we both are black.
Black is beautiful, brown is beautiful, light skin is beautiful, black is beautiful and we are all the same.
So men do you choose light skin over dark skin and why?
If you are dark skinned would you prefer to be light skin? And why
Definition of black: An American of black African descent.
Love who you are, embrace the shade you carry, represent your descendant, and know that beauty in not defined by the shade of color you are but what is really carried beneath.
I wasn’t going to originally blog about this, actually there’s another blog topic coming by this week, but I felt like I should release some of my inner feelings.
Why do people have so much to say? Why do people talk about other people? Why do people criticize people? Why do people talk behind peoples back.
It is crazy and has me amazed on how much people can talk about others, without most of the times knowing the facts.
Ouuh look at her car that shits raggedy, uh huh those shoes are ugly, eww look at her gut, uh huh she got 4 kids, what shes a stripper, look at his busted shoes, and etc etc etc is what people will say about people.
WHY?? Why talk about someone or try to put them down?
In case you haven’t noticed there’s a lot of flaws with you as well, we all carry them, no one is perfect. No one has the perfect life perfect marriage, perfect career perfect anything..
My main thing is how can people find the time to talk about people. Every time I turn my neck there’s gossip about a celebrity. It can be the stupidest thing they did, and the world would gossip about it.
Or I can hear from people, talking about someone else at work, “ouuh her man is ugly”, “oh no she got soo fat”..
People always and will find something to say about somebody?
My life is fully consumed with work, if I’m not editing I’m filming if I’m not filming, I’m writing, if I’m not writing im web designing what ever it is I am too far busy to talk about people or even much less worry about them
My friends despise the fact I don’t even make time for them at times, because I be that busy!!
Maybe people need to pick an extra circular activity to keep them occupied, and that way they wont worry about what the next person is doing. Maybe they need a fun hobby that will keep them motivated and get their self esteem up and and keep the negativity comments down.
Its ok to give constructive criticism but when you talk about someones car..do you pay their car note, when you talk about someones man/or girlfriend are you dating them, when you talk about someones shoes did you buy it for them, when you talk about someones stomach, can you offer any assistance in that, and can they help that overnight, when you talk about someones skin tone too dark, did you create them, when you talk about someones alfit, did you buy their clothes, will you buy their clothes? when you talk about someones profession, is it you doing there job? when you talk about how many kids someone has, are you raising those kids? NO NO NO to every question on here, so why talk about it. Why talk about something that isnt your concern and most of something YOU CAN NOT AND WILL NOT FIX??
Ive had busted up cars, people can talk and laugh about that but guess what I brought that car with my own money and it took me where I needed to go, and guess what the same ones talking about it, will not buy me a better car I guarantee it!!!
I am no where near perfect and just like anyone else I carry flaws. It took me a long time to embrace me and even at times I be like I just wana be a tom boy today, I wana wear a t-shirt and sum jeans. I ve heard it all in my life up to now, and hinestly if I was to worry so much how people think of me, I would of went crazy.
People will find something wrong with you. You can have your PHD, own your own business, have a 2 story house and a Benz and a person will still talk bad about you.
I always say its better to be talked about than not to be talked about because than there’s nothing interesting for people to say.
I hear it all the time, how someone has something negative to say about someone they work with, someone they saw, someone they go to school with, its like do you really find the time to care.
I wish I can find some free time to care. I cant even find time for myself.
And the internet the fucking worst!! There s not a blog, website, twitter, myspace, facebook, talking bad about someone especially celebrities. Its sad, truly sad how people can be at work find the time to chit chat bad about someone. It sad how someone takes time after work to chit chat bad about someone. Its truly sad.
It doesn’t matter how a person looks, how big or skinny they may be, how light or dark they may be, how nappy their hair is, what kind of car they drive, or if they drive a car at all, if they have a huge gut, if they gotten too fat, if they don’t have nice shoes, if they are stripper, if they don’t have a diploma, if they have 5 kids at a very young age, it DOESN’T MATTER!! Its that person and its that persons life. and if its that bad to you, be grateful for yourself its not you living it, but don’t try to put them down, because you feel like you have power.
In this business I am prepared to be talked about, before the business I was a hot topic, going back to my teens years I was always talked about, I think this is why I can handle it all so well.
I am prepared for the media to dig holes into my life and try to discover hot topic things to blog about, I am prepared for society to knit pick every thing about me, I am prepared for media to dissect my personal life into bit of pieces like its a rat lab going under test.
I prepared for people to hate me, to love me, to like me, to want me, to unwant me, I am prepared for that mentally. And I am ok with that, I don’t feel bad if someone doesn’t like me, I don’t feel bad if someone laughs at me, I don’t care if they cracked on my car, my phone, my shoes, and etc, shit I don’t even have the time to care. Its 1:59 am and I am still up and when Im done blogging Im bout to finish up some web designing.
This world we live in today are filled with too many dissatisfying people and when I say that people are too dissatisfied with themselves and their lives they have to talk to make themselves feel better. If people can truly love and accept themselves, and their flaws and know that they are trying their best to live this life called life, they wont find it in them to talk badly about someone.
If someone is talking bad about you please don’t sweat it, don’t stress it don’t even feel bad about it even if what they are saying is true, to let it pull you down or hold you down. You are the best that you can be, and as long as you are trying your best, that is all that matters.
If someone at school is talking about your shoes, if you know who it is, simply ask that person if they gonna buy you some new and better shoes…and see what they say.
Its easy to open a mouth and let words flow out, but its not east for someone to pull out their wallet and help out.
I accept everybody, I love everybody I never cared what kind of car a person has how they look if they were fat, or too skinny, or what they do for a living, my friends range in my life and even in men, I never cared about that, I only cared about how they treated me, all else were pointless.
I cant stop people from talking, no can, but if you are being talked about, dont let negativity hold you down, its all about how you feel about what they talking about, if its bothering you that much try to fix it, if you cant don’t stress it.
You are the way you are because God made you that way, you are where you at because you are suppose to be there, to get to where you will be, nothing is by accident, nothing is a coincidence.
We all have things we wish to change about ourselves and our lives, I have a couple of lists, but I don’t dawn on the things I cant change, and I am grateful for the great things.
I love myself, I thank God for everything in my life, every single thing even the bad, of course I want more, and have goals and dreams, but I was to die today, I would still say Thank you God for everything.
Dont let people get to you, and if you find yourself talking about someone every day from A to Z maybe you need to find within yourself, what is really wrong are you disappointed with yourself or life, search deep within.
People use to mock me by the people that was in my life, because I truly accept all, I dont judge people so if someone saw me hanging with a porn star for instance they would talk like how you feel hanging with a porn star (granted I really don’t know any porn stars) and I would say I don’t care what they do for a living, i don’t care how many kids they have if the have any, I dont care what ride they got, I dont judge. It says it here
I can talk about this for days but unfortunately I don’t have the time, I have to go finish web designing. I know people are going to talk about this as well,at least you have the time to do so, sorry I have a life and have a lot of things occupy my time..!
The most common asked question in the world: Why do men cheat??? There’s been polls, surveys, books, topics, talk shows, about why do men cheat. Every woman who has been cheated on has asked this pondering, and fully unanswered question of why do men cheat?
Why, why do they cheat?? I asked myself this question many times in my life. I ve asked male friends for their advice about it, I’ve gossiped it with my friends about it, I ve even asked the CHEATER, why do men, CHEAT??
I was cheated on. In a long term relationship with the man I had once loved, cheated on me…1 time no…2 times no…3 times no….multiple times… yes
Before I even dig in, many may ask or wonder how did it even get to 2nd time yet alone even more times after that, with more reasoning than the common factor of self esteem I lacked at the time, self esteem was a major issue for me, although I knew I needed more my self esteem argued with me, and it than allowed my actions to accept an undeserving behavior.
There were disappearing acts, there were woman phone calls, there were late night phone calls, there were unexpected visits of his hoes approaching me, the sign weren’t just right there, there were written in stone that he cheated on me.
When it would happen I would feel lost, confused, upset but most of all hurt. We woman say it doesn’t affect our self esteem, it does!! We think about what are we doing wrong, what does she have I don’t, what is that makes him lure away, or am I driving him away to cheat. We beat ourselves about it, feeling like a victim and the one to blame, when on the contrary, if its any of those reasons, its definitely not the only reason.
There are multiple reasons why a man cheat, but no matter how women will look at it it doesn’t feel the hole of pain it leaves in our heart, it doesn’t ever, ever sit right with us.
So why do men cheat?
I ve asked the male species and most of the answers were similar in one word, its a man thing, you will never understand because you carry a uterus. Its been described to me that women are like icecream all ice cream are good and are the same but their are all different flavors, butter pecan doesn’t taste like chocolate and for that, men want all the flavor of ice cream because of its variety and because its good.
I ve heard it because it’s genetically encoded on in the male species and that it is only natural for a man to cheat.
By no means will I use that as justification of why my ex cheated on me, or wait is it because I wont truly understand because my uterus wont allow me to, because Iam A WOMAN.
Disagree, its like saying a criminal stole from the store because he was born that way, no he chose to steal at the store like you chose to cheat.
I will admit, I ve never walked int o the cheating world/ I ve never dealt the cards in the game of cheating, I ve never cheated on my man, never. And my excuse is because I was genetically encoded when God made me, he made me that way. I was born like that.
Honestly I ve always been a sucker for love, I wanted love like the movies, happily ever after, I wanted my man 100% and only him was good enough, if he met the criteria to be my man, why must I need more. Even when my ex first cheated on me i did not tip toe on him, I did not seek revenge, I couldn’t do it, my heart, my personality wouldnt have allowed me to.
I don’t beleive in infidelity, I give my all when I m with one man, and if he satisfy all my needs one man is all that i need if not, than I need to drop him..not cheat on him.
My friends would ridicule me because I did not carry a playa badge, it just wasn’t me, it wasn’t anything special I was doing, it just wasnt me.
I was a good woman, I treated him the best I could, loved him like no other, held it down for him in the bedroom to my best of capability, gave him unconditional love, and yet it still did not keep him home. I was a damn good woman, and like many other woman out there that hold it down for theri man, and get cheated on we want to know why, we know we not perfect but if were not enough what does it take to be enough.
Now I know the battle is opposite sex as well, I know there are woman that cheat as well and I do know there are a few good men out there that dont play the cheating card game. I just havent bumped into any..
Many people look at woman who stay with a cheating man like they are crazy you dnt know what the woman may be feeling or thinking, I personally don’t think you should stay with a man who constantly cheats, he has no respect for you or the relationship but it takes the person in the situation to know that. it takes you to discover self worth. And it takes you to be fearless, meaning you can not be afraid to be alone, many people stay because they don’t want to be alone.
Learn from me, it took me a lot and and it took me a long time to know it is better to alone than to be emotionally mistreated. Yes of course I get lonely and yes at times I think of the good times I had with him, but I know God knows whats best for me and God has better judgment than me.
I will say this much I take my experience with my ex as that an experience it taught me soo much about the game, I feel like I got my PHD in it, and it was meant for me to go through that because if I did not feel the bad I wouldn’t know what the good would be. I am glad that I went through it made me where i am today emotionally and spiritually, it made me stronger, it made me fearless, and most of all it made me know that there is something wonderful out there waiting for me.
But I know now, it wasn’t my looks the problem, it wasn’t my attitude or personality the problem, its wasn’t my sex life with him the problem, the problem was I was with the wrong one. I chose him, not God, and if isnt God it will never be right. There’s nothing with me that drove him cheat, like there is nothing wrong with you of why they cheated, its just not the one for you. Dont over beat up your self worth, or your esteem of a cheater ways it will only bring you down and most of all it wont undo the cheat.
Theres someone out there for you, you just have to beleive that.
I am not bitter from the experience, and will not hold the next man in my life accountable. I dont hate him and I ve forgiven him and myself for accepting it. It brought me to this in my life and I am grateful.
I know God has a special packable designed for me, I know that God has that man for me where i wont have to worry about disappearing acts, or unknown woman calling my house, I know God has that man for me that wont, that will not, that cant, cheat on me!
If a woman holds it down in all areas, than fellas please explain to me, why do men cheat??