Dawn Richard

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Fly High....Dream Big....Open Your Mind.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh

Shear GENIUS....Ernest Hemingway "Always do sober,what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut"......Amazing.

Is This Me? A Reflection Of Self

For years i have struggled with body image. Especially after hitting puberty around 4th grade. It was awkward time for me (as it probably is and was for a lot of people) being the only girl in school with boobs,looking back on it now,that was the reason i became a "tomboy" to hide the fact that i was feeling different and going through a change that the rest of my classmate were yet to going through or also going through. The immaturity of some of my peers,made go home and cry on the worst days,and other days i would just come home and go to my room and sit alone. I soon grew out of being a"tomboy" around 6th or 7th grade but of course i was still feeling weird. Being in middle school, is another turning point in life where you start noticing the "the pretty people" ,"the cool popular people", "the nerdy people" and "the lame people" and that would be their title or lable up until 9th grade if they could change it (they were lucky). I didn't really know where i fit in all that,because i was friends with cool kids,the nerds,the lames etc. so i really felt like an outcast. I was shy about a lot of things,like trying out for cheerleading and what not. I think the fear of failure was a major thing for me,not wanting to fail in front of people,not wanting to fail so my family would find out,and not wanting to fail because of how i would feel.

Highschool, things started changing for me. I became one of the "it girls". Pretty smart girl,attractive in the eyes of some and disliked by a few. I had that title, but still i fought with myself when it came to self image". I always tried to stay 5 steps ahead of all the other girls and that's when i saw the worst in myself. I began to see my weight fluctuate and things just got crazy more on the inside than on the outside.

Jump to now,now 20 years old and a college student. I have my days when i feel "pretty" and days when i don't. I have taken noticed to how much the media plays into this perfect woman. She is light skin,long hair,not even fully black (not offense to my other women of color,I to have mixed background) but this gets into the minds of the younger girls takes control...i've seen it what it does girls at the age of 11 wondering if they are fat or if why they're skin isn't lighter. Why is it that way? Sometimes i even get sucked into it...I am not as thin as i once was, my face is fatter,and my hair is cut into a mohawk...i have tattoos and piercings...Is the reason for these things because of the media or is that little girl inside of me trying to compensate for something? I view myself as being "fat' and some people think i am crazy for it but that's what i see majority of the times...and i have an issue when it comes to guys now because they see as being that light skin, thick girl with the big booty and that's why they want to date me...that's not all there is to me. I have my guard up a lot more now then usually,because i am still in a place in life where i am trying to find myself. Hopefull i have shined a little light for some of the younger girls they may come across this and even for the girls my age and maybe older....you're not the only one.

.................................I bought eyelashes,and tried to put them on.....and then i looked at myself in the mirror and I said "who is this person?"....snatched them off,washed my face,and left the bathroom.

MESSAGE: No amount of MAC,Covergirl, fake eyelashes,fake nails,plastic surgery or whatever can hide what you feel...It only makes other see what you view as "perfect"......wipe all of that off and take a hard look at yourself....i did.

*TLC "Unpretty" : I wish i could tie you up in my shoes,make you feel unpretty too. I was told i was beautiful but what does that mean to you? Look into the mirror who's inside there? The one witht he long hair.Same old me again today....At the end of the day,i have myself to blame,I'm just trippn.

A Bit From The Pink Monster Truck

I see myself with my big hair or either my mohawk.

Riding in my hot pink monster truck with bling'd out cell phone in hand

Blasting some Nicki Minaj or Pink,while sippin' on a sour apple freezy

Adjusting my lip gloss around my lip ring.

Picking up cute guys like Travie McCoy,Lil' Wayne and Travis Barker. *They're so cute*


Carefree,with no worries...but where am i going?


I throw on my powder pink rhinestone glasses,and cut the music up


Kelis "Accapella" drowns out any thoughts of day or tomorrow's troubles.


I seek to find a place in the world for myself


Tattoo'd and pierced,frowned apon by many


Accepted by the underdogs of world,the Martians of world


The ones just like me,seeking to find a place of their own.


I hail from a city that changes like the magical mazes in Harry Porter movie


Constantly staying in the moment of city's thriving stream of fashion,music and nightlife.


Nowing the movers and shakers, and who you want be and where you need to be


It isn't hard to determine


I am apart of the young fashion world


cool,like T. Taylor


out the box,like Gaga


personality,like Minaj


colorful mind,like Kelis


mysterious,like Rihanna


Coming into my own,and i want to take you with me


I reach out my hand,to help you in the truck and i turn to you.....


are you ready for this journey in my pink monster truck?