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First, See Me for Who I am

I saw this post by Timber Hawkeye on Facebook and decided...what the hell...might as well post it. I was called 'hippie' by two of my closest friends recently and I was kinda intrigued with WHY I was labeled as such that I actually Googled it up.

Presumably because I don't do things the conventional way, I hug trees, love world peace, make my own soap, recycle and dress whatever way I want and I don't believe in heels nor manicures. I will wait for them to correct me on this, lol.

As mentioned by Buddhist Boot Camp, he went to gym all the time and started attracting people who loved his physique, his car and his fashion sense. But it is not the fault of those who were attracted to him, and yet he was upset that that was all they saw in him.

I used to do the same too but mainly because I was a singer. My job was to look good and entertain.

I don't know why I have this picture on my side table but yes, that's how short a skirt can get before you start showing your underwear. lol

If you have ever been in the entertainment industry, you will get this (with a wry laugh)  - when you are dressed like that, especially if you are a woman, you are inviting trouble. I don't mean to say the same about rape and other stuff but 'trouble' as in....stares, looks, invitation to grope mostly. And yes, I have been groped so many times, especially when men get tipsy, that I have lost count. It came to a point when I started asking myself why it didn't bother me as much anymore. Why did the guys laugh it off when they were groped too...yes, men. Being groped?

We are entertainers...and this is...gasp....expected. You get money stuffed down your bra and you are required to shimmy when the 'clients' ask you to, do the Shakira or whatever.

Over time, people don't see you as a singer any more, just someone who is donning that bloody short skirt and skimpy outfit on stage....who is singing something that is NOT off-tune. lol

I am not saying that I hate singing or the stage. I will always love the stage and singing. I am saying that I have taken my integrity back.

So, my friends can call me anything they want (no offense taken, really - in fact, I think I like the hippie label) but as long as I dress and behave the way I want to, I will attract the right people. If all they see is a skimpy skirt or a man's buff body, that is going to attract people who are attracted to that.

And I am done with assholes. Simply because assholes are attracted to skimpy clothes. I am not saying ALL men are assholes but a large number of assholes think improper thoughts when they look at women in such short skirts...and they can and they do. Reality check. =)

What I want to attract are nice people, humble people, kind people, people who treat others properly and with good manners and I shall dress in t-shirt and jeans until I find someone worth wearing a short skirt for. As and when it makes me feel good.

And if I decide to 'flaunt what I've got', it is because I have decided to do just that.

See me first, for the person that I am, and then I will show you another side of me that you will appreciate, not the other way around.

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