New Blog Domain!

Hi Everyone!

I’m trying to do this blog thing again, but I’m doing a different domain. If you’d like to check out my new blog go to Lyfe’s Lyric.

I kinda like it. It’s a little bit more casual and easier. Maybe like a diary or something….

Let’s see how this goes…

Hope you enjoy!

Natalie aka… NappyCentric

DONE

I think I’m making a HUGE decision on my philosophical thoughts and emotions.

I think I’ve become disillusioned with the Black populace want for change.

As much as it hurts me to say this, I think I’ve given up the good fight. Why fight for a group of people who doesn’t necessarily want to change? Why argue and debate, write blogs about, pour yourselves into everything when these same group of people haven’t change and probably won’t change in your lifetime?

Why argue that light-skin isn’t necessarily better when a man will tell you to your face that it is? Why debate that a black woman’s hair is BEAUTIFUL and AMAZINGLY UNIQUE when a person says its disgusting and unkempt? Why scream to the top of your lungs that a Black woman should be honored for her strength and beauty when a black man runs after another culture, eagerly dropping their heritage.

I feel as if my screaming, my pleading, my conversations, my arguments and my debates have fallen on death ears. I feel that no black person I’ve spoken to really cares that we are our own enemies, that we are tearing down our own communities with our ignorance. That no black man actually values what he has in our women.

SMH

So instead of telling, I’m more apt to showing.

I would rather show my worth as strong, beautiful Black woman. I would rather show how much I love my hair, my skin, my wide hips, my big nose and lips…than tell.

With that being said, I’ve decided to stop blogging…for a while… to focus on what really matters. To focus on continuing to love myself and to show those around me the real inward and outward beauty of a Black Woman.

I’m just tired of shouting and no one hears me.

NappyCentric~~PEACE

Difference Between a Bitter Woman and an Indifferent Woman

I’ve been called Bitter before, but I think the girl meant jealous–as if I was jealous of the parade of losers she brought in and out of her life every other month. LOL

But Bitter in every sense of the word when it comes to romance or relationships? I don’t think I’m in the category.

As defined by Webster Dictionary bitter is:

 (1) harshly reproachful (2) : marked by cynicism and rancor

A better word for me would be Indifferent–I just care either way anymore.

Back in the day, I did care.

I cared what guys thought of me. I cared that I was the only one in my group of friends that didn’t have a boyfriend (BTW that’s always me). I cared that guys jumped over me to talk to my other friends. I used to read romance novels, dream delicately about my prince charming coming to take me into his arms and tell me I was the only one.

I loved love songs. I liked to see romance movies…as a matter of fact I used to like romantic comedies.

Now… I’m totally different. I don’t hate those above things with a passion like a bitter woman does, but I just don’t care anymore about the fantasies of love being perfect and pure and amazing.

I’d rather watch a good Sci-Fi movie about ugly aliens taking over the world than go see a Romantic Comedy. LOL

I hate that other women automatically classify me as Bitter because I don’t have an interest in love anymore mainly because of my experiences. I like to see couples together and happy. I like weddings. I just don’t imagine MY personal love life as a Julia Roberts movie or  a pirate-themed romance novel, that’s all.

Maybe I don’t think I deserve the swept up emotions and whirlwind romances because I’ve been there, done that and found it to be temporary and unsatisfying.

Maybe it’s not Love I have a problem with, but the giddy inferior emotions that come with it.

NappyCentric~~PEACE

On my way to see the World!

I’ll be on my cruise from Monday to Friday and I’m so excited!

Can’t wait to have a Mexico stamp in addition to Japan and Korea…and this is only the beginning! I plan on going to Europe next…maybe Rome

I’m going to be jamming this song when that ship leaves the port LOL

The Angry Sister Syndrome MisDiagnosed

What is the Angry Sister Syndrome?

The Angry Sister Syndrome or A.S.S. is the term used for Black women who have taken the Sapphire spirit and times it by 10….The sympthoms include: anger, irritability, loudness, being obnxious, condescending attitude, extreme threats of physical violence, having the need to be in control and various others.

Upon seeing a Black woman with sympthoms, it is imperatative that you run away as fast as possible.

While I am an advocate for the positivity in Black Women, I can’t help but acknowledge that there are sisters out there that are battling with Angry Sister Syndrome. You’ve seen them.. walking in the mall, down the street or even at family reunions…shouting, cussing, yelling at their signficant others and children…Maybe yelling at a waitress or the person at the cash register.

Even though there are some Black Women out there that have these attributes, about 80 to 90 percent of Black women don’t. Unfortunately, it’s always the negatives that get pushed out there in the forefront.

And when the majority don’t, within that majority, if one women shows at least one second of one of the above attributes she’s quickly diagnosed with the syndrome…completely MisDiagnosed…

If a Black woman, who has been mostly lenient all her life when it comes to men…when she has let them walk all over her and treat her like crap… when she no longer is passive, but ultimately states she can’t take the bull anymore and expresses it…she’s an Angry Black Woman.

Another example…

If a Black Woman can go toe to toe with a man phillosophically… if she can be equally intellectual with a man and passionately tells him that he is wrong…she’s an Angry Black Woman just because her voice is above a whispher.

I have personally realized that if my voice–as soft as it is–has some type of passion in it, I’m ultimately labeled as a woman suffering from A.S.S.

Why is that? Why the double standard?

Why is a Black woman considered angry when she “tells it like it is,” and a White woman considered intellectual?

Mood Lifting Pics! ♥

Today, I was feeling all too miserable about myself–I felt like a fatty (for some odd reason), I could only see the limited blemishes on my skin… to make a long story short I was feeling….UCK!

I read somewhere on the internet that a Israeli woman, whose name escapes me, took a year round project of taking a picture of herself everyday. And, she wasn’t no toothpick! She was a very curvy woman.

Her project gained international notoriety by showing that curvy women should embrace their curves and every other part of their body.

So I decided to do the same thing…but not as much.

Whenever I feel UCK I’m going to take a picture of myself…

I’m not ready to take a picture of my body, but I’ll start with the most obvious part of myself…my face.

Picture below:

NappyCentric~~PEACE

Nina Simone~~Four Women

I’ve been listening to this on and off for the past couple of days and can honestly say I LOVE this performance by Nina Simone. And while, Jill Scott, Marsha Ambrosius, Ledisi and Kelly Price rocked it on Black Girls Rock, the original is clearly the best—they would’ve made Nina Simone very proud.

You can literally hear the poetry in this song

Enjoy!

NappyCentric~~PEACE