Honey, Honey
I dress to kill when I feel like it. You know… the dress, the heels — to die for. The whole nine yards, but most of the time I feel like I just want to wear jeans and a tee. Well… sweats don’t hurt either. My hair? Forget it! It’s about 3 inches from reaching my ass and I honestly don’t have time to get up and tame it all the time. Lazy you might add? I’m up at 6-6:30am, leave by 7:45, and get to work at 9:00 where I sit all day not talking to anyone. Sometimes, I have the energy to do my hair but then it’s straight and I love it curly or waved. In addition sometimes I rock the bed head (I’m that girl that can get away with it…or so I think).
You see I have a little hair on my upper lip, hell even a little on my chin.
This long luscious hair and these perfectly arched eyebrows came with the price of waxing everything else regularly.
CHA-CHING $$$
My makeup works wonders let me tell you. That Estée Lauder hides the circles under my eyes from not getting sufficient sleep like no other. It even does a great job at hiding the zits from the stress and boom the redness is all gone too. Those perfectly arched eyebrows? Not so perfect. They’re filled with a Too Faced Brownie pencil. Bone structure? Count on contouring but not like Kim Kardashian’s.
My toes haven’t been taken to a salon in almost 2 months and my nails are currently covered partially with chipped polish. Sue me! Weekly filing does my nails well. Plus, I’m actually proud of my nails when I do them myself, then the chipping happens. Whatever right?
I come home sometimes and don’t do nothing, just be. Be tired. Be drained. Be lazy. Meanwhile a pile of clothes sits on my bed. I don’t work out — I’m a a solid 121 pounds and 5’5 and I’m happy with that. Don’t even ask about my eating habits — just know I cook a bomb meal a few times a week. Everything else? JUNK GALORE.
Can I also throw in here my vagina isn’t “Miss Pretty Pussy” all the damn time and even when it is I’m worried I end up with some uneducated heathen that compares me to the last girl or two. PETTY? Yeah I know, but you know the fellas “have HIGH standards” for everything. Nothing less of what they see in porn videos.
No thanks to Instagram, Vine, and Twitter the majority of these boys expect a fat ass or some big titties, usually both. Girlllll, you also better know how to roll a blunt, play GTA, cook a mean dish, AND TWERK. Don’t forget the nice car and a place to call your own, BECAUSE YOU’RE JUST THAT CHICK.
Sooooo, here’s the thing.
I enjoy the makeup and the mani’s and pedi’s, dressing up, all that but the truth is I feel the sexiest when I’m fresh out of the shower, my hair smells nice and my skin is soft and smooth. I can actually see the freckles spread lightly over my nose and cheeks. My face can BREATHE and I can see how life has created a beautiful hardworking young lady. I have my own place with a roommate and we practically live in the ghetto, but hey! Daddy doesn’t pay the bills here. I have my own car and I think it’s fancy. I have an AA in General Education and an AA in Digital Photography. I wear my favorite gold almost everyday, dressed up or dressed down. I can talk to you properly or embarrass the hell out of you. I smoke weed regularly and work an editor’s job Monday through Friday. The weekends are for my personal shoots and my free time is for editing them. I wish I cared about looks like the bimbos who find sugar daddies and have time to take three hours to get dressed BUT I don’t and this is why.
Pretty is just the beginning.
What you see fixed on your screens is not real life. You want real? You deal with real things. The nappy hair, random hair, sweats and tee’s, no makeup, crazy attitudes, busy work schedule, etc. I’ll dress up for you, show you my best as long as you don’t compare it to my worst or any of those f’ing post bad chicks on Twitter because I don’t compete.
You want a honey? Have one. You want all the superficial things? That’s fine too. But I won’t chase you — BECAUSE I’M JUST THAT CHICK.
Jasmine Baeza
Pitched Entry
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