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Kendria White
Bio
Fashion designer/fashion lover/image junkie/random break into dancer/child of the 80's/teen of the 90's/seer of sounds/listener of colors/sister/daughter/wife/bestie/auntieextraordinaire!
Stories (9/0)
The "Just Be" Campaign
As I kid I cried and pleaded to get certain things to fit in and my family refused. They wanted my brother and I to be "proper": we wore London Fog coats in the winter and catalogue garments all through the school year that no other kid was wearing because there was no way in hell we were going to run around looking like the hood-rat kids in our neighborhood.
By Kendria White7 years ago in Motivation
The Menendez Brothers
I remember hearing about the Menendez brothers on the news and how I dismissed it because, in my head, they were white, rich and had killed their parents. It sounds like a Lifetime movie (and of course, it ended up being one...), right? I've watched documentaries and made for TV-movies, and every depiction showed jurors and lawyers smirking and saying how heartless these kids were because they were rich and lived this privileged life. The more I watch things regarding this whole case, even decades later, it's like...wow....
By Kendria White7 years ago in Criminal
New Meaning to the Term "Daddy's Girl"
As a kid, I was told I talk too much, so I shut up. Then I was told that I didn't speak up enough, so I started talking again. This cycle went on for a while until I decided for myself what I wanted. I got brave and bold after puberty hit around 12 years old and I was always speaking my piece. Thing is, as much as I talk, no one seems aware of how much I see and hear too. I am very observant and the one thing I have observed is the large amount of young women clearly raised by their mothers with very little paternal interaction.
By Kendria White7 years ago in Viva
A Different Kind of Love
Before my happily ever after life that I am now living with my hubby of a decade/partner in crime of 17 years, I did an experiment. After being cheated on by a certain someone, I decided to flip the coin. I decided to treat guys like they treat chicks. I decided that I could pick and choose as many as I wanted and never commit. And I did. It was incredibly refreshing at first. It was a magic I didn't know I owned, and on top of that, I don't know how many of you reading this believe in the power of astrology, but I do and my Piscean powers were top notch for this (people under the Pisces sign tend to foresee things)! I would meet a guy and know exactly what would happen and how and how good or bad it would be. I still own this power of premonition. I use it seeking employment or even simply taking on new friendships and I am usually right about these things. Anyway, back to the point... I did this for a short period of time, but it was fun while it lasted. It was fun until it got creepy. It was fun until my inner feminist slapped my face and brought me back to the surface pointing out how horrible the aftermath felt. That is when I decided to date myself.
By Kendria White7 years ago in Humans
Finding an Actual Home in Your Relationship
When describing our wedding day, neither my husband nor I describe it as the happiest day of our lives because the happiest day was the day we met. There are a plethora of other days that top our wedding day as well....our first date, random moments or random conversation are a few others.
By Kendria White7 years ago in Humans