17 March 2015
Feminism & Mama's Curly Wig
7 March 2015
March // The Faux Glamour Around Turning 18
So last week Sunday I turned 18. I could tell you how different it feels and how I am now a "grown woman and can do whatever I want" but I'd be lying and I respect your level of tolerance for played out clichés way too much to feed you that one my dear friends!
Truthfully, all I feel is a sense of uncertainty . I feel more child-like than I did at 23:57 on Saturday evening. A rush of rebellion came over me, as if urging me to live a little more, love a little harder and really not give a damn. All whilst using my non existent kick boxing skills to kick down the boundaries society sets up sky high for us females (something I stay and will forever stay preaching) .
I've struggled with my image and identity for almost seven years now. I went from "too fat" to "too skinny" all the way back to an in between,awkward size that was neither bad nor good/sexy enough - all according to society and it's rule book that we follow so religiously! And I realised how exasperating it is trying to box yourself up into a category that doesn't even account for half of your personality . All these years I have spent trying to figure out exactly where I belong. Well you know what? Home is where the heart is and my heart is in whatever touches my soul. So tonight I'll sleep with my turban on because I'm deep within my spiritual feels (yes, turbans are spiritual to me), tomorrow weave my hair, the next day I'll squeeze into a vest with a V-line plunging so low that my double D's make you uncomfortable! Simply because being 18 and going with the motions and wherever your heart leads you too (also taking into consideration the amount of Fendi's* you give on that day) is so much more easier and flippen peaceful for the soul!
So 18 year old me says to you .. " whatever is good for the soul, do that!"
This was my before 18 look//
13 September 2014
Dear diary | Ninja or nah ?
So last week I was dubbed a "black hippie" by a friend. He deduced this or rather came to the conclusion from the contents of my blog and mind ( which he now and again enjoys picking and vice versa - bless you sweet Theodore! ) .
My first reaction to this was to be offended honestly. My cliche argument being why BLACK hippie and not just hippie ? Since when is eccentricity a colour ? Why class me according to my race ? You know what i mean ?
Truthfully im not even too joyous about the classification of hippie. Because today being classified "a hippie" is more of a fashion compliment than an appreciation/recognition for your serene outlook on life or your immense love for everything beautiful or even your strong belief in right and wrong , moral and immoral and your willing-ness to fight for that notion.
I am far from hippie. I lust for immorality more than I strive for morality . There's always something that feels right when doing something wrong. I have far too many perspectives on life and all its shenanigans to be a do gooder. So even though my dear friend passed me the compliment ( in his arguement I understood why it was a compliment and thanked him regardless ) , I think I will pass on the "black hippie" title . I see no colour and I could never be classified.
So a couple of weeks ago I woke up wanting to be a ninja . See that's an occupation rather than a classification - fictional or not ! Anyway .. I felt like channeling Left Eye from TLC (may her soul rest in peace) and MichealAngelo .. because teenage mutant ninja turtles duh ! These two will always be the sheeez nacks to me . Left Eye when she'd spit those "i feeeeel you guurl!" type verses (Waterfalls x TLC) and MA for making me wish I could kick bad guy butt .
So I doned the faux beauty spot and badly done signiture Left Eye patch by .. Left Eye. There was equally badly done make-up but hey who gives ? Im not one for the face paint anyway. The end result was my interpretation of a ninja .. A Thando ninja , Love Ninja . Ha.
Bless you for finding my ramblings interesting enough to read through .
1 August 2014
Reflections
Hi it's Luthando
I'm not really sure how to start this blog post in a way that'll entice you to keep scrolling down and reading but I'll try the cliché "life and it's relatable shenanigans has me down" route. In usual 17-year old cases, I'd be expected to look to those quote pictures for emancipation but alas they cure not the growing pains (which is what I've ignorantly diagnosed myself with).
I have been feeling jaded as of late. It's disgusting, almost as revolting as being dependant on anything/anyone besides yourself. I don't like routine. I really dislike it and ironically at this stage, my entire life is based on routine. I am a creative. But my creativity is confined and restricted by expectations placed on me and clouded by disappointments I'm always having to "get over" .
Anyway the just of this is to just sit back and reflect on what's preventing you from BEING GREAT. EMANCIPATE YOURSELF FROM MENTAL SLAVERY as Bob Marly once sung.
Bless.
P.s I apologise for the long absence, school is hectic.






