Lifestyle. Melanin. Me: Off the Beaten Path.
Sometimes I go to the store and I try things on. If you know anything about This Square Peg, you'll know that doing that, especially during cold weather or when I'm bloated, hurts me. But baby steps. Anywho, sometimes I buy said outfits, sometimes I don't. I almost always take pics of what I try …
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Girl, you've been looking really nice lately, wearing all these beautiful dresses. What's his name? Oh my goodness, I didn't even recognize you. You look so different! Are you seeing someone? And on and on and on and on. The idea that a woman can't spruce up her look/style for herself but because a man …
Hi. I'm in love with the following three products. Links are also provided, if you'd like to take a look at them and welcome them into your world: Olay Ultra Moisture Vanilla Indulgence Body Wash It's not edible. But I must stress that when I use this body wash, it feels like I'm swimming in …
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I pinned myself last night on Pinterest. I've pinned myself several times before, but this is the first time I'm blogging about it. Anywho, why does one pin themselves? I'll tell you why I did it. I was quite in love with my hair last night (this whole weekend, actually) and I wanted to share it. …
Let's just get into it. When I was 15 years old, I was washing dishes in my 10th grade Home Economics class one day. Since I was barely passable during the cooking part, but bomb when it came to suds and plates, I was very comfortable at the sink. A boy in my class, Mario, …
Thanks to the African juices/genetics (thanks, Daddy and Ma), I have somewhat youthful features. When I was a teenager, I looked younger. When I was in my mid-20s, a woman at a hair salon once asked me if I was excited about Homecoming. Her shock when I explained that I was 26 years old--and not 15, …
This song came up on my shuffle last night while plugging away at the gym, and I was immediately reminded about why it spoke to me so deeply when I first heard it. Ah, this song. Not only that haunting melody and those vocals (those vocals, though), but the lyrics. Are the truth. Are my …
Our intriguing, perplexing, awesome, mind-boggling, revolutionary, interesting, and life-changing relationship/journey began when I was 11 years old. This was when my mother took me to my first hair salon. It was owned by a Ghanaian woman who ran the salon from her apartment. I was terrified. No surprise there. If you know anything about me so far, …
Look, I'm going to say it: This Square Peg sheds more tears in a day than your average baby. While this troubled me in the past, primarily because I was rarely a crier, I now fully accept the soggy fact that I weep at the drop of a dime. Hardly an exaggeration--I'm sure I've watched many dimes …
It's called a comfort zone for a reason: it's comfortable. My mom occasionally tells me the following: as a child, she would sit me in a spot and I would obediently stay there. Not fidgeting, not itching to move--glued to where I was placed and never giving cause to worry that I would disappear (unlike my …
This Square Peg. 