A "Big" Beautiful F**king Mess
/I believe all this beauty shit started back in undergrad. You see, once upon a time I attended a medium sized HBCU in Virginia. After getting a healthy dose of freshman college basketball politics, I found myself, perhaps for the first time, unenthused by the game that I loved so deeply. I was ten-plus hours away from home and with splinters in my ass from riding the bench, I was looking for an outlet. So in search of a release, I did what any straight man with a 7 to 1 women to men ratio would do-- I studied. That's right I began studying. Applying myself in the most rigorous and intentional of ways. The subject at-hand you ask? I was studying none other, than the gorgeous, intelligent, low-cut nike-Air Force-one-wearing, coco-butter-smelling, lip-gloss- popping, brown women of the campus.
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