My Life

I have a problem. I like myself the way I am. Flat ass, small breasts and a small round body. It's the best way I can imagine myself, so I wear things that fit me.

Don't bother me with

your stereotypes of how sexy I would be, like Yvonne Nelson if I don't wear bra, because I have small orange breasts, or how busty i would be, like Nicki Minaj if i wear butt pants, because I have flat ass.

You like girls with big ass, ***shekena!!! How is that my problem? *** There are many girls with that, but I am not one.

A Remy braz would suit my skin colour, and my complexion would look better on an Estee Lauder foundation. ***Haba!!! Are you a skin physician*** anyways It's my skin colour and my hair not yours.

Few days ago, I decided I was tired of weavon and attachments, having to retouch and revamp the hair to make it look clean and sexy had become a stress I rather get rid of. So I went to the Salon and had my hair cut low, just like my younger brother. And you came with your nagging spirit.

"Why did you cut your hair, you just diminished your beauty"

Seriously? I didn't know you have been admiring my hair not me.

The truth is that I am tired of peeks and pokers. They can't fix their eyes in the sockets, all they do is go around with their bag of stereotypes looking for a flat ass that would have been better if pumped or needs a butt pant, a flat breast that needs push up bra, or none at all, a low cut that needs attachments or a dark skin that needs bleaching.

You better go back home because I love my life the way it is. ***tsk***

#ILoveMyLife

Augustus Bill

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