Thursday, September 24, 2009

The Mo'Nique Show Experience


I went the Mo'nique show taping Wednesday September 23, 2009 and it was sooooo much fun. Let’s start off with the line inside of the parking lot that was long as hell. Bring the LK that I am, I wore heels, well shit, there is a difference in wearing heels because you are going to sit down and wearing heels because you are standing up. Suffice to say, I would have carried those bitches and had on my flip flops, but oh well, we endure greater to get what we want.

So I wore a brown/print dress that I designed and sewn that morning and I brought Mo’nique one of the outfits in my collection that I also designed and sewn in a gift bag.  Of course you have the usual hating ass bitches waiting in line saying under their breath because none of them will dare say it to your face, ‘what did she bring’ and ‘I hope its not what she’s wearing’. Now let me tell you how some of these hoes were dressed.  On the confirmation email it said dress business casual attire, as if you were hanging out with your girlfriends or going out to a lounge. Bitch, that don’t mean baggy fucking jeans and an ugly ass printed shirt, or faded black fucking stretched shirt with the black pants not matching, or wearing some ugly as weave that need to be combed thoroughly or attached back to the horses ass. And it sure as shit don’t mean come to be on TV without your real hair fucking done,  no type of make up on, not even moisturizer at least, are you serious!!!! You should have seen these girls, some were wearing flips flops, which I understand, because more than likely you are not going to show your feet on TV, but just in fucking case, you should be diva prepared. So don’t hate on fucking me for coming there sharp as a tack because I am ready to be seen on TV and am going to look good, if I didn’t look good, that makes me and my designer business look bad. Now I understand that some girls just don’t have fashion sense, which is okay, honey fashion savvy is a skill and something that you grow into, but damn, don’t hate on me because you look like shit! Ok, done venting, besides every time I go out, I go through this situation so its all good.

So we are finally walking towards the studio, and one by one some girls are going through it who wore heels. One girl’s shoe kind of broke or slipped off, so she lost her place in line, other girls were just walking too slow like they never wore heels before so I easily went around them. I know how to walk in heels, feet hurting or not, just something that I had years of practice in and learned from models that I have used in past fashion shows that know how to work it.  So yeah, I cut the fucking line, I am on a mission and if it were me going through the same shoe shit you were going through, then you would have done the same thing. Come on, just because we big girls don’t mean we slack off and portray the stereotype that some people set for us, fuck that. Breathe and walk in a stride bitch, we gotta diva to see and support.

After going through security, we were finally in the studio and it is fabulous. I have been to the Tyler Perry Studio before which was much smaller, this one is much bigger and I got a chance to sit on the floor level! At tapings for talk shows, there is always someone there, kind of like a host to get us pumped up and excited for the show and in the mood. When I walked in, he said ‘someone robbed Victoria’s Secret’. I can take a joke so I laughed because I had a pink gift bag and was the only one with a pink gift bag so oh well, it had to be he was talking about. The girl that sat next to me had blonde hair and kind of looked like lil’ Kim so of course he talked about her too. Its all good though, no need to get mad for something like that, hey you got noticed. The Club 249 girls, which I am a member of, were there too so the host mentioned us as well and we were supposed to go up and dance with Mo’nique at some point in the show. I thought to myself, that will be my chance to give her the gift.  So one of the producers of the show came up to me and said that when we tell you,  you are going to get up and go by the stage, I said cool. Finally, the diva herself came out and OMG, did she look wonderful. Mo lost sooo much weight, she is still thick, but gorgeous and in complete shape with toned arms and legs, stomach damn near gone, and she still had her curvy shape. Wow, I couldn’t believe that I was seeing her in person. She made jokes, and told us it was a party. The DJ and band played banging ass music the whole time. I was in such a good mood and I sincerely felt like I was in a party with my girl Mo. 

So the first guest came out and it was one of my favorite actors, Michael White ( Spawn, Dark Knight, Pandora’s Box). That sexy ass, chocolate, man came out, and I clapped and screamed. Then Kim Whitley (Friday After Next) and Tommy Davison (In Living Color, Booty Call), for confidentiality purposes I cannot discuss what they were talking about. Then the musical guest Conelle (con-nay) came out and the announcer said if you were tapped on the shoulder, go by the stage so I went. I was behind 3 skinny bitches, one with big hair, the other with a semi-cute weave, and the other with a pony tail that needed gel. Its all good though because the camera man was right there, it was hard to not look at it. So when he started singing, I am doing my too step and showing great energy, these skinny hoes in the front were not dancing at all, just trying to be fucking cute. It was so bad that they taped that part again and Mo said we need more energy yall, which was all good, because the song sounds great. So I did my two step again for the second time and got a lot of eye contact from Conelle which was wonderful. Oh and the skinny chicks showed a little bit more energy. So it was the moment of truth, I still had Mo’s gift bag and waiting for the opportunity to give it to her and it finally came. At the end of the show, Mo said her good byes and the music came on and she asked the whole front row to come up and dance with her. So fuck that, I went up to the stage and gave her the gift bag and she said “uh uh come up here” so I went up there AND WAS STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO MO'NIQUE ON STAGE dancing with her, I hugged her and told her I loved her and all that good stuff, theeennnn she came down to the audience when the show was over and said thank you so much for the gift!!!!!!! I was exhilarated.  I walked out of that studio on fucking air, I didn’t even feel my feet hurting, I strutted all the way to the car. She hugged me, spoke to me, and appreciated my gift, that was my goal and it was accomplished. Wow, I had my head held up so high, just looking up saying yes, I finally did it, I did what I had to do to get the job done. I took a risk and it worked. I concentrated on getting noticed and it happened. You cannot live in fear, do what you got to do to make it happen for you and do not be fucking scared, do not think just because you are chunky you have to limit yourself and for damn sure don’t worry about what any other sorry ass person is saying about you. Do it.




One Love,

LK

There's no fear in fashion.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Club 249~ a party by the bbw for the bbw

Wow, last night was awesome. I went to a bbw party hosted by the fabulous divas of Club 249, a bbw social networking site, at the Holiday Inn at Turner Field. The party was filled with bbws of all sizes, races, and shapes and they all were dressed sharp. There was plenty of seating, thank goodness, because they know that our feet hurt ten times worse than a skinny chick. The DJ was alright, he played the usual club mixes including, reggae, south, hip hop, old school, and r&b. The drinks were a decent price as well, the usual $5 and up. What was really hot about the party though, was the Circus Circus theme. They had popcorn and cotton candy available, and glow sticks and necklaces. Another highlight were the half naked men walking around with glow chalk in their hands so that you can write whatever you wanted on the muscular torsos. It was great. The photographer took fabulous pics as well. It felt good to dance and actually have those sore legs and burning feet. You know you worked out when you have that kind of pain! But, I just love going out and meeting new people, networking, and having a good time. Plus, its a work out dancing, why the hell you think they're infomercials galore using dance moves as aerobics. That shit really works. When I woke up this morning, I felt rejuvenated and refreshed. I even stretched for twenty minutes because my calves were tight. 
Yeah, I am on a tight budget along with everyone else, but if you can handle not drinking as much or not paying for drinks, and can get in free or for less than $10, why not go out to get your work out on? That's how I feel about it. Plus, I wanted to meet some bbws and tell them about my clothing line, I always incorporate business into every event that I go to. I wore a fuchsia and black satin tube blouse that I made with black, tight bermuda shorts, and black patent leather gladiator heels. I accessorized it with big hoops, chunk bangles, and a patent clutch. Alot of the girls there loved my outfit and then came out the business card. Some of the girls that I talked to, I just imagined them a dress that I could make for them. We will definitely see who will call to get something custom made. 
During the party when I went out for a smoke break, things became real interesting. There was an older guy outside dressed somewhat decent; he had a tee, shorts, nike sneaks, the usual dress for guys. Its when he started talking is when it became funny. Supposedly he is cool with block entertainment who consisted of Gucci Mane and Boyz in da Hood. I just said "ok". I mean, truthfully, I am not impressed when a guy says he runs with this celeb or that celeb, if that was the case, why the fuck are you here, you know? Now, keep in mind this is an older guy, meaning no bottom teeth or maybe just one two teeth, dressing like a young boy, chillin' oustide but won't go into the party. I knew it was a matter of time before he made a pass and sure enough, he talks about my skin being pretty and he wish he could take me out. What? No honey, I am a good girl and am involved. All he said was that's good, stay that way, its good to be dedicated. 
Here comes guy number two, who was cute, I am not going to front, good looking southern guy from Augusta. His approach was all wrong though. He comes up and says hi, where you from? I just said I am from up here, and back up, you can't just come up to me too close, that's how someone can get hurt. So he backs up and says he is from Augusta and do I smoke purple haze? WOW... he didn't waist any time! Then he says he is going up to his room to smoke and drink Ciroc. All I said was have fun and kept smoking. WTF! Do you actually think that I am just going to say "oh yeah I smoke, lets go get a drink in your room" are you fucking crazy! That's one thing about these Georgia men, they are straight forward and don't give a shit. I kind of like that, get to the point, but best believe, that's not enough for me to just go with some guy that I only met 10 seconds ago, I don't give a shit if you had Louis the XIII in the damn room, I don't know you, I am not drinking or smoking shit with you. That's how people get hurt. I am a risk taker don't get me wrong, and I definitely know how to have a good time, but I came there by myself, that would have been stupid of me to go smoke and drink with a guy that I don't know. To top it off, once the Augustan left, here comes oldie asking me if I was going with him? First of all, who the fuck are you? Do you know that guy? Yeah, I think something was being plotted or something just wasn't right. These guys thought they had some dumb hoe outside. Um Um, just because I am cordial with you for five minutes don't make me a sucker.
The party was over at 2 so I stepped out at 130a. The ride home was smooth, but damn those cops were out! I am guessing that Georgia doesn't have a cell phone law because I rode right by a cop on my cell phone, but thank goodness I wasn't speeding. I can't do a lot of speeding in my dust bucket anyway. Feet burning as soon as I stepped out of the car, I hobbled my way into my apartment and took those damn heels off! No wonder some girls were dancing in flip flops or no shoes at all. I can do flip flops, but as tempting as it was, I could not go onto the dance floor barefoot. My thing is that I am a certain height walking in and if I would have took those shoes off, I would have been my real height which is 5' short as hell".
All in all, it was a good night. Until the next adventure, be safe.

One Love, 
LK

There's no fear in fashion.

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