Birthdays are days to celebrate, laugh, love and be happy. However, when you are turning the big 20; things get a little hazy. When I was fifteen, I did not decipher why one would lie about their age; more so when an older person quotes a lower age. “Why don’t you concede that you are 29 and not 24 as you claim” It did not make sense; I found it ludicrous.
I like to think women as bold, remarkably strong and assertive creatures. This is evident with my list of women portraying the aforementioned attributes. They include my mum, my girlfriends, single women, women who act like single women because their prince charming turned to be a douche bag, young girls who succumb to early pregnancy wait, scratch that, women who have carried born and unborn foetus in their wombs, Chimamanda Ngozi, Michelle Obama. These are just but a few; you are free to add your bold strong assertive woman in the comment box.
Every relationship has an origin and a story; whether bonded with friendships, blood ties or love (romance). There is always a tale behind the birth of a relationship- we probably schooled together, met in a bus, in church, at the mall, at a party where we both crashed name it. With some friends, you click at first sight and with others you first rub shoulders, disagree, argue, and scold each other before becoming buddies. Some friendships relationships are evolving, some flickering, some blooming while others drowned in the waters of uncertainty.
I sat very close to my computer going through photos of me, we had just captured and all I can comment is “Giiirrl! They are right. You are way too skinny”(insert a Black American accent) I think my whole life has been a lie or maybe I am so contented in my body type that I do not really take heed to what people say. I do not know. I finally narrow down my guesses to; perhaps that is the main reason you do not take full snaps! ”Short and skinny? No full snaps for you” is a statement I constantly tell myself.