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20150321_185202(Owner of Ann Nahari, Sumiyyah Abdur-Rasheed)

Bento Hut

Decatur, GA

March 21st, 2015

Fashion Blogger Meet & Greet

Before I get into all the fabulous pictures and my beat face and the event, I want to stop and thank Summiyah for inviting me to Atlanta to run a photo shoot (photos coming soon)! We talked back and forth for over six weeks trying to come up with ideas and concepts. She said, “Let’s do ragin’ turbans!”

My reply, “Let’s do it. When and where?”

So, thanks so much for allowing me to create, showcase my talents, and merge them with your own.

*Muah 🙂

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(The Hubby)

I want to give a large shout out to my husband for making it possible for me to travel. He also helped behind the scenes. He ironed model’s clothes and he set up equipment. Thanks bae!

I also styled him. You like his vintage shirt?

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A few friends and fans came to meet me.

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Yes. My face is huge, but beat. And my Susu came to see me. She is a local designer in the Atlanta area.

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Another fan and local designer. Thanks for coming out.

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The food at Bento Hut was yummy.

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This pic was taken at a hookah bar after the event. She danced for us.

*Outfit breakdown!

Dress: Forever 21 Plus

Cape/Jacket: Ashley Stewart

Scarf/Turban: Thrift Store

Sandals: Macy’s

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I got a letter in the mail telling me that I no longer have health insurance. I need allergy shots. Glasses. My yearly physical. My monthly birth control pills. And I was going to enroll in therapy because I need it again. I did break down this morning. But, I will not allow life’s inconveniences to break me fully. But instead mold me. Because with hardship is ease. Because pain is temporary. Because things are falling apart for a reason, a grander scheme and I have to move with it or get crushed in the process. I arrived home last night, and my former roomie took me to get tacos. It was so nice to catch up. I explained to him the woes of moving from his cushy home. That it was a mistake to leave. Because I’ve been going through it. I told him that I’ve cried more in the last two months than I have in the last two years. He said, “When you first moved with me after your divorce, you were in a similar situation. You got through that. How can you get through this?” He was right. I had gotten through that. I thought back to what I did. I know I cried a lot. I beat myself up. Told myself that I should’ve been okay being abused emotionally and whatever else he was doing. That I deserved to be battered because I was a bar person. I also submerged myself into creating. Videos and makeup and stories and narrative and I posted all of that here. That’s how I wrote my whole book. The one that’s being published in October. It wasn’t about money or popularity. I was creating because it felt right. It gave me something to do. What has been that one thing that has always saved you in times of desperation? What’s your motto for when messed up things happen back to back? Let’s chat. 📸 @_erriiicccc_ #newyorkblogger #psootd #plussize #instafashion #bodypositive #bgki #effyourbeautystandards #monochromatic #pizzasisters4lyfe #blackgirlswhoblog #londonblogger #psfashion #blackgirlmagic #muslimgirl #streetstyle #fatacceptance #selflove #turbanista #honormycurves #bodydysmorphia #instabeauty #intersectionalfeminism #fashionblogger #eatingdisorderrecovery #editorial #hijabi #modestfashion #highfashion #mentalhealthawareness

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