K.Michelle dropped her new mixtape on Friday, “Still No F—ks Given”. While, the title may sound a little vulgar, you have to know K.Michelle to like her. So, since I didn’t have a Valentine, I celebrated with a nice drink and listening to this hilariously real mixtape. Her album is so real..she holds nothing back and she tells everything like it IS.  I’m obsessed with the remix to “I Love This” and her serenade to Justin Bieber had me cracking the hell up. And as a former Tamartian, I appreciate how she performed “She Can Have You” WAY better than Tamar ever could. (Yes, there is shade all up and through that statement.) There are 26 tracks on the mixtape, I’m sure you will like at least one. Although, her first mixtape “0 F__ks Given” and her album “Rebellious Soul” are ,in my opinion, better than this mixtape, there is a 99% percent chance that I’ll be listening to this every day for the next couple of weeks! So if you aren’t a K.Michelle fan…you probably won’t want to carpool with me.

 Although, K.Michelle is always teaching life lessons in regards to dealing with the “Grown Ass Boys” in her music, the real life lesson came from a post she shared on Instagram this weekend. Lately, I’ve been getting so much criticism from people (both “friends” and non-friends) about me and my personality. I guess, I’m annoying? And over the top? And bourgeoise? I don’t know. I’m pretty much the same person I’ve always been, just older. I’ve gotten the “bourgeoise” comment forever and I’m just like…okay?? Whatever. But the other comments about being annoying and over the top, for some reason hurt my feelings. I guess because it was coming from people who I thought were my friends. I’ve also been struggling with how I can fit in the corporate world after graduation, I’m a pink nail polish, pink suit, kinda girl and every time I speak with a career counselor at school, they tell me I probably shouldn’t wear my nail polish. Ugh. (However, I’ve gotten jobs and internships wearing it.) I think all of this coupled with the remarks from friends and others, made me feel bad–like something was wrong with me. Generally, I don’t care what people think about me, but this weekend I really thought about why some people weren’t thinking positively about me. Then I read this:

It’s not EVERYone saying things about me, most of my friends and family know me, love me, and appreciate me for who I am, it’s a handful of people who aren’t happy with themselves and what they are doing with their lives. There is a part of me, who wants to be liked by others, but there is a bigger part of me who just doesn’t care. (I think she was on vacation this past weekend but she is back in town!) As long as I’m confident in myself I can’t let the snide remarks of a few haters take away my smile, dull my sparkle….or change my nail color.  Who would’ve thought a lesson in self-confidence would come from an Instagram post?

I don’t care you don’t like me, I love me! 

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