I posted a picture on instagram Friday evening before going out for drinks and silliness with friends (YES GUYS! I’ve finally made friends. Yes, mum and dad, they are real). Houston did my hair, directed the mini photo-shoot taken with both my phone and hers and we left. The night was full of shenanigans, laughter and some memories for the year of 24. The next day, I woke up to a couple of missed calls and emails, my mother’s normal “Are you alive?” text, and then… some pure nonsensical fuckery.
Yetti, I don’t know what’s going on lately… but that picture just isn’t you. I noticed you went out on a week night last week, you don’t even like to party.
I chuckled. But then it continued throughout the day and even to the next.
Um, if you’re trying to get his attention, it’s not going to work.
Who… in the blue moon… is he?
You see your avi. TAKE THAT SHIT DOWN. You’re naked lady and I can see things other people shouldn’t see. I’ll compromise, just crop out your body.
What? How is this different from my birthday picture? Or a beach picture? My boobs are large, I’ve had to accept them. You shall too.
And there were more.
But why did this bother you Yet-Yet?
- Because all of these comments came from guys, and only one is an actual friend I speak to on a regular basis.
- Because they took time out their busy schedule of bullshit to comment on a picture they didn’t seem fit for little ol’ Yetti, but okay for the other broads they try to build substance behind.
- Because it felt as though, I was not allowed to live life.
- And because it just did.
Did? Yes. Did. I’m criticized everyday. I’m running a “Truman Show” on my blog, so from the emails, the comments, Facebook messages… I am criticized, and that is fine. They can only go off of what I display on this blog, which isn’t really much to go off of anyway. I understand, and it’s water under the bridge. This situation isn’t any different I suppose.
So why write about it?
Because I began this post in the midst of my anger, and figured it would be a good message to folks. I’ve come to realize that a lot of people I interact with (let’s not call them friends), will not accept or consider a “new Yetti”. I saw it first-hand when I decided to date someone. I saw it especially when I lost weight. People just couldn’t be happy for the accomplishment. I saw it when I decided to move to NYC, when I decided to build She’s A 10!, and now, since I have decided to be a lot more vocal on my needs and wants. It’s just a part of life I’m going to have to deal with.
How I choose to live my life, isn’t anyone’s concern but my own. I threw on a sexy romper, I took a cute picture, I posted it. My “friends” just deal. If one feels the need to focus on my picture, make it the topic of discussion with more irrelevant people, link it to relationships that no longer exist, by all means dear “friends”, continue to waste your time and do you. I will be gone with the wind fabulous, twirling my way to success, pissing you all off one accomplishment at a time.
Who wins here?
“You’re supposed to do as Yetunde pleases, not what pleases anyone else. – GPL“