Disclaimer: I love Hip Hop and I’m not a hater; at least I don’t think I am. I love Drake, Lil’ Wayne, Nicki Minaj, and Rihanna as much as the next girl, but I accidentally caught a glimpse of the VMA’S and was left feeling – I don’t know, “empty”. I seem to remember a time when women could actually walk in the shoes they wore to awards shows. And what about when every thank you speech didn’t end in an offensive expletive accompanied by a crotch grab? It’s as if I’m starting to see and hear things through this ‘older woman’ filter that I didn’t even know lived inside of me.
Have I become a fully grown woman????
It may sound silly, but it feels a little scary to be fully aware that you are leaving a part of you behind and moving on to more seasoned and mature things in life. Would I like to be able to wear skin tight silver leggings with a belly exposing tube top from time to time? Sure! But does it make or break who I am? Not at all. Don’t let the double digits fool you though. On occasion whenever the spirit moves me, I roll my windows all the way down and turn Meek Mill up as loud as I can and I’m right at home all over again.
Words By: Sid Powell