I'll Settle for the Loose Change....

A girl’s values (well in this case a black girls values) lie in her appearance (from the tip of her hair to the nail polish color on her toes) and the man that she most likely refers to as “my boo”, “my n*gga”, or what have you. However when a female grows up from a girl to a woman, those values begin to change as their mindset elevates (in most cases anyway). As I’ve gotten older (and mind you I’m only 24) my values have changed dramatically since I was 22yo. The past two years the divine powers that be have seriously been doing some work on me and those changes reveal themselves to me each and everyday.

In the past two years I’ve discovered this new found joy of mine called running. Yes running! I believe that this love for running has always been within me (my mind back tracks to the time, when Ashley West, now a track runner, beat me in a relay race during our 6^th grade field day, after I had more than a lead on her); I’ve only recently learned how to exercise my love for it. Thus said, I run about 5.5miles anywhere from 5-6times a week, it’s literally my daily high. So as expected, running about 50miles per week one inevitable begins to shed some excess weight and bring sexy back; one’s clothes begin to hang and begin to form what I like to call “loose/spare change” in that area, you know the one that Kim Kardashian not only has men drooling over, but also women…yup the derrière. Yes, lately I’ve been having a little trouble in the area of my dress, everything literally just hangs; each and every last one of my work pants has to be safety pinned together, as a result of them literally falling from my waist line, it’s ridiculous I tell you…just pure madness. The simple solution would be to just go out and buy new clothes…right? Wrong! But what’s the point if I’m only expected to lose more weight as I have yet to figure out how to maintain my weight without giving up my daily high. This has been my thought process for some time now, especially after realizing brand new slacks not even two months old now must be clipped together by a safety pin (shaking my damn head).

Realizing this morning that my clothing issues literally hit the fan as I, like mad woman, searched for something decent to wear to work, without the loose/spare change area; I decided it was time to hit a local clothing store. After my 9.30am to 6pm shift I drive my merry little/ loose change behind to Marshalls in hopes of finding some affordable slacks and skirts. Not really in the mood to shop as I’m more of an online shopper, I hurriedly decide on four pieces of clothing, 2 skirts and 2 slacks, with the intentions of buying one of each. One of the skirts was a size to small and the other was a size too big (yeah I clearly need to get measured). The first pair of slacks that I fitted into were a-freaking-mazing, gave me the infamous Kim Kardashian bootie and all, but as I sashed in the dressing room deciding whether or not it was a go or no, I realized that it would draw too much attention to my gluteus maximus as its curves and plumpness are even more thanks to High Road and San Luis. Not too sure, about my decision I walked out the dressing room with the accentuating slacks and browsed around the store a bit. In the purse section my eyes fell on the cutest Nine West leather miniature messenger bag purse for only $14.99 (you know you can’t beat that price). Still not sure of whether or not I wanted my nickname Kim Kardashian slacks I made my way over to the  home/living sections of the store and found a cute little black wood table for my lounge area in room to be used for typing when I get tired of my computer desk, for only $14.99 also.

Time was winding down and I needed to make a decision. Eyeball the three items I first decided on the purse and was like that definitely a go. Now this was the deciding moment, the Kim Kardashian slacks which would draw unwanted attention to my small but plump derrière or the 1.5” black wooden table which could be used to hone in on my writing skills.

As I walked out the store, I was happy with my decision, only spending $32 and some change and also on settling on the “loose/spare change” features of my slacks sitting my closet as I left the Kim Kardashian slacks behind and made my way towards my car…