"Good Thing I'm Not Doing Me For You..."

That’s my motto. 

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I make it my business to share personal encounters and experiences (that I am a part of on a daily basis) 

to my readers . Life isn’t entirely sweet, but I try to share advice that when utilized, will turn negativity 

into a hunk of cake. And what big girl doesn’t want a generous serving of that?! 



Today, and on a few other occasions, I was told that I should not be wearing crops tops, generally that 

they’re not for me. Mind you, I’m a big girl, but my waist is a mere 35 inches around without rolls  hanging out. Mind you, I wear them with a high-waist bottom. Even to a hater, nothing should appear 

wrong or out of line. Why shouldn’t I wear them then? Just because. I just shouldn’t. Solely because I’m 

fat. My natural response is always laughter followed by thankfulness when these “admirers in disguise” 

emerge from thin air.

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 I’m laughing because it’s hilarious that you, an unknown person scouring the internet for people to pull 

down into your own depths of misery, took the time from your day to investigate my picture  and comment

 disapprovingly. I’m laughing because (literally laughing at this moment by the way) as you tore down your 

keyboard trying to figure out a nice-nasty way to express your irrelevant opinion to me, you actually thought 

it would make a difference in my life. I’m laughing because I wish like hell I had the spare time to do such 

things -_- … but I’m too busy tracking my blog statistics, networking with boutiques, and responding to 

e-mails about how I revived someone’s nearly deceased confidence by doing the exact thing YOU are hating on.

I’m thankful because I will never forget where I came from, when I was broken and hated everything 

(except my back then LONG hair) about myself. I’ll never forget when my hair fell out (relaxers), I had 

nothing left to love. Comments like the ones pathetic people (not even confident enough to unlock 

their 20 pictures on IG) make would have burned holes in my soul. I would have cried myself to sleep 

inquiring “Why don’t they like me? What’s wrong with me? Why me? Why am I not good enough for 

these dismal strangers?” I’m thankful because I started from the bottom, but now I’m here … and will 

only progress and further flourish. The ONLY thing that affects me about such negativity is the people 

who (just like the haters) are still soul searching. I hate to think about the girl who is big like me but does 

not possess an hourglass physique and does in fact have rolls stacked and protruding from the crop top she just built 

up enough courage to wear … only to be told she’s not beautiful enough. I dislike thinking of how that 

one falsehood has the immense potential to push her back to the bottom, where she started. I despise 

thinking about her giving up and just staying there. I can’t stop the hate. But I’m here to spread the love. 

I’m here to empower, inspire, and motivate. I do “this” for them. 

It’s so much more than fashion and retail to me, but I’m in fact a stylish chick. I will continue to wear 

bodycon dresses that may or may not put my rotund stomach pouch on display. I will continue to wear 

crop tops without a six-pack. I will continue to let the world see my fat knees and rubbing thighs. I will 

continue to inflame the haters, and when they come at me with the bullshit, I’ll solely reply, “good thing 

I’m not doibg me (this) for you…”

 #MindYourOwnSelfEsteem 

With Love, 

Charisma