Yes, I wore uniforms. So, shoes were the only fashion statement we had.
As the ghetto and poor kids we were, we would still spend hundreds of dollars on the freshest and newest kicks. (We also got to show off every other Friday on Jean Day)
I still remember the day I cracked the popular boys' necks.
The popular boys who played basketball.
I purchased and showed off my first purr of Nike Air Force One's.
I was only 12.
I wouldn't say I was popular...
But... I was the quiet, smart, COOL Asian girl with the freshest kicks.
And I lived that title. I loved it.
Now I'm 22.
Me: "oo, he kinda cute!"
*looks down at shoes*
Me: "Nvm."
It's crazy how it still plays a big role in my life-- to judge a guy by the kicks he wears, the music he listens to, the sports he likes, his knowledge in streetlife/streetwear. I just like that stuff. As much as I try to get away from it, and grow from it-- to let it go. It's still what I be crushinnn' all the time. And I feel like it will always be a part of me that cannot escape. I hate to sound so prissy, but I just get so disgusted if I see him wearing all white Nike's that my dad wouldn't even wear, or KSwiss's... And if he listens to top40 ratchet music thinking we have similar taste in music. PLEASE, NO, STOP COMPARING! *sigh, I have problems. I know, I know.
But I'll tell you one thing that IRKSSS me. The fakers.
I'll be honest. I don't know much about kicks. I'm not going to keep up with the new J's releases. I have too many big-girl duties to keep up with those numbers: 7's, 11's, yada yada. Most of all, I'm too busy looking for shoes for myself. Plus, I don't go by trend, I go by my keen eye and my taste. If I like 'em, I'll swoop some up. If I can flaunt it, I'll put down $150 on 'em.
But I can't stand a faker. The one's who just all of a sudden want to wear J's because everybody else is... or most of all, because they know it'll impress chicks and dudes. Honestly, that's NOT you. And honestly, it doesn't even go together with the rest of your outfit. You're going to look back and think to yourself, "what was I thinking?"
And I can't stand those who think they got their shoegame going on... YOU'RE NOT A SNEAKERHEAD IF ALL YOU BUY ARE J'S. Trust. I like guys who like shoes. Those who rock every pair of Nike's from J's to Janoski's to SB's to Blazers. Guys who rock NB's and Kobe's. Guys who can still pull off Sperry's and Chuck's. For the GQ men who can appreciate some real leather boots, canvas shoes, and loafers.
Those are the men who GOT THEIR SHOE GAME ON. Those are men who are INTO FASHION.
So just cuz you always jockin' and rockin' the newest J's nowadays don't mean nothin'... and it doesn't give you street credibility. (I may not act like it but I know my streetwear most of the time! At least, the older underground stuff. I'm getting old.) To me, those who only know how to rock J's do it for others, but for those men who are always lookin' fly and classy, LORD JESUS, I JUST LOVE YOU, cuz I KNOW YOU'RE DOING IT FOR YOURSELF. *snaps fingers* I just love you. Work. It.
And for the men who have love for old school hip hop music like Talib Kweli and Common, respect for some Lauryn Hill, appreciate some Nujabes, love vibing to the Weeknd and Frank Ocean, and always, always enjoy some nice RnB like John Legend or even SWV, holler this way. I already feel your soul. As a matter of fact, I already feel my soul tingling. Just let me go back home first to clean myself up, lol. I'll be back soon enough.
Here's a throwbackthursday. I can't believe this was actually a song lol! RIP to the old me, yet you're still within my soul. #reasonswhyimsingle #butitsokay
