Author: D'Netria

Black Girl Magic. Black Hair Tragic…?

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about hair – black hair to be exact. You see, black hair can play tricks on you. You wake up in the morning and it’s all fro and kinks. Then, you flatiron it that afternoon and it’s silky straight. But don’t be fooled, cause by the end of the night it’ll be back to all naturale. For me, as a young black woman, I feel this unspoken duty to try to explain to the world the mysteries of our hair; but, in order for me to do that you must first understand that I, even I, am still learning the force and its ways. College was the first time that I really decided to go natural – no more relaxers, no more chemicals. Looking back now, I realize that I had absolutely no idea what I was in for. And, even though it was a difficult decision to make, now I can see how beneficial it has been for me. In the beginning everything was about trial and error. …

We Are Living Single

Sometimes I still can’t believe the shocked expression I see on people’s faces when I tell them that I’m single. It’s like I instantly turned into an alien and started speaking a foreign language. Now, I would love to believe that they just think I’m the most beautiful girl in the world and they absolutely cannot believe that some knight in shining armor hasn’t swooped me up yet; but honestly, I think it’s most likely because dating seems to be one of the only things that every 20-somethings thinks about. So…here I am, a 23-year-old, recent college graduate, and not too bad on the eyes (if I may say so myself) but for some reason I’m not that interested. Not to say that I won’t date, but the idea of wasting so much time, energy, and money on someone who is not the one makes me cringe. And, yes, I already know what you’re thinking…“You’re young. You still have time. You don’t have to find the one right now.” That’s all true, but that certainly doesn’t mean …

Big Booty Judys and Stretch Marks

I think the best compliments are the ones you get when you least expect it. You know, like on those days when you barely made it out the door, your once beautifully blown out hair is now beyond frizzy…again, and you still haven’t decided if your shoes match. Those are the days when you least expect anyone to say something nice about you. Well, not too long ago, I was having one of those days and I just so happened to cross paths with a friend of mine. Of course, she didn’t realize that I wasn’t feeling so hot that day, so she spoke up and said, “Girl, you have the best body out of anyone I know.” (I’ll skip all of the other embellishment because I would hate for you to think that this post is supposed to be all about me…) Anyway, in this moment, I realized how the smallest things can sometimes make us feel the most insecure. We are a part of a generation that is constantly being told that our shape, …

Catfish Style

In the past two weeks, I’ve had at least two of my friends mention online dating. Either they were encouraged to do it by someone else or they knew people who were already 40 profiles deep into a Catfish episode. Now, I don’t mean to diss anyone who might have found love in a hopeless place, but honestly, what has our generation come to? When people can only meet through virtual reality and text messaging apps, you have to ask the question. I realize that times are changing and the world is growing even more technologically based. Almost everything we do and see is electronic, but what happened to good old fashion face-to-face communication? Call me ole skool, but I don’t think that you can actually ever really know a person until you spend quality time with them…in person. See this is the root of the problem. You talk to a guy/girl for months online and you fall for the idea of the person they have created – the person they want you to believe …

When Fairytales Don’t Come True

I’m still trying to remember the time when I finally realized that my Disney princess ideas of relationships and marriage were never true. It was probably during middle school when I fell in love with my first boyfriend for one whole week or probably somewhere between the two page love letter that I wrote him right before he moved away without saying a word. I learned some really hard lessons back then. One being, never kiss a guy after P.E. Now, I know the phrase physical education may seem to have some sexual innuendo, but it mostly meant a hot mess. I mean, there I was with my best Cinderella before 11:59 p.m. impression. And although we had to wear that tacky blue gym outfit every other day, today, I was fairy-godmother-ready with my high ponytail, my sparkling white Nikes, and my lip gloss-game so right that even Lil Mama would be jealous. My prince, on the other hand, or maybe I should say my frog, was trying to prove that he would be the next …