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An Underwear's Struggle #PROGRESS 3.28.11

Whoever came up with the concept of underwear truly didn't think this through thoroughly. I mean seriously, what are they for? Looks? What are they holding in? What are they doing that the pants can't do?
Let's take into consideration a woman like...me. Everything I own is like a second skin. Tight and I already had to squeeze everything I own into these skin tight pants. Now, let's throw a thong in between a pair of booty cheeks that are squeezed into a pair of skin tight pants. Let me give y'all a scenario that you may be able to relate to; imagine trying to climb up a rope with no gloves on and ended up sliding back down. Now, look at your hands. Hurts, huh? That same thing is what happens to my booty crack! So, the next time you see a big booty chick freeballing, feel badly for her. She just wants to be comfortable. If she has on undies, my pictures above will give you a glimpse of how it looks under her pants.Look hard and you will see that my undies aren't doing their job.

-No Regrets
Emily Camille
http://www.theemilyexperience.com

#PROGRESS 3.25.11

Workout Advice Needed #Random

Love my tummy. It is as flat as I could ask for it to be. I even have a mini 4 pack but those bottom two abs...hate me. My waist is a 29. Not so much concerned with the size of my waist but I would do or try almost anything to get the lower abs to rear their ugly head before the end of May. So basically what I am saying is... HELP!

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*giggles* Live From the Grind

Does anyone remember the guy I used to tweet about going to the gym and getting some head? Well...that was the man who snuck in on me as I was snapping myself after my workout. He is single now. *rubs hands together*

Probably as close as ill get to Mr. Marcus so...this will have to do.

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#PROGRESS: GYM

From now on, I will post my gym pics to my blog vs. My plixi/twitter. Why not pile em all on here? Y'all can watch the progression with me.

North vs. South

I KNOW it has been a while...well, this is my first blog of the year BUT I'm here and will be heavy with the game from now on so expect a daily post from now on.

To kick off my first blog of the year, I want y'all to chime in and tell me what y'all feel about a theory that I've come to know and believe is true. Before we start, there is no right or wrong answer and i want to hear from the men and women so once you read it, please re-post.

Everyone that knows or knows of me know that I am a Southern woman. Born in Texas, raised in Kentucky and fed in Alabama. Out of my 25 years of life, I have met many people from several walks of life. Out of the, possibly, thousands of people that I have met, the ones that have stuck in my memory are from the North and the South.

Now...here is my theory. I believe that it is destined for a Northern man or woman to be with a Southern man or woman in order to be truly happy and equally fulfilled in life. If I made someone mad, my apologies to your feelings. I don't take back what I said but I will explain.

-Women down South are the 'I ran your bath water; would you like a back rub too', "I ironed your shirts for the week', 'Went in at 7, got off at 4, went home & made dinner; collard greens, black eyed peas, rice, baked chicken, cornbread & baked a Peach Cobbler' type women.
-Women from the North are the 'fist in the air', 'what do I look like, your maid', 'I just worked all day, did you really think I was going to come in and slave over a stove for you?' type women.

This is all stereotypical. We know everyone isn't like this so don't be offended

I know for a fact how, as a Southerner, we are raised to be able to take care of ourselves and our family in a more nurturing sense. There was no specific role that we were given; our mothers/fathers/parents taught [men and women alike] how to do EVERYTHING. We were bred to know how to cook, clean, hunt, fish, clean the fish, fix a tire, change the oil, know the difference between a Phillips screwdriver and a monkey wrench; name it, we've been shown how to do it.

Now, we all know that a relationship should be as balanced as possible.

If I were to approach a Southern man & we had the 'what can you bring to the table' conversation...it would not go well because just as I can cook his breakfast, lunch and dinner, so can he. Just as I can iron & wash his clothes, he can do the same thing. He doesn't need me. The shoe would be on the same foot if the roles were reversed because, again, our parents taught us this as we came up.

If I were to approach a Northern man & we had the 'what can you bring to the table' conversation, I would be able to somewhat complete him, being that he was raised to get out and work and probably didn't have what I was given as he came up so, me waking him every morning with breakfast, him coming home to a spotless house, bath drawn and a hot dinner on the table would be 'out of the norm' for him because, again, that's not what a woman that he is used to up North would typically do.

Same thing with the women. If a Southern man was to approach a Northern woman and have that 'what can you bring to the table' conversation, they would most likely complete each other. He doesn't have to ask her to cook. He can cook for her and him. Her tire blew? He knows exactly what to do. That way, he doesn't take her out of her comfort zone and make her conform to a lifestyle that she isn't used to & she can still be the head strong, power 'I GOT IT' woman that she is.

Feel how you want; I can't impress a Southern man because to him, I am just another version of his mother and seriously...no man wants to screw his mother.

Comment. Agree? Disagree? Want to kill me? Say what you feel. Now is the time.




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#thickskin

This week, I got the most disturbing call. A good friend of mine in tears and the only thing she could say was ' I quit ' That gut wrenching feeling of regret, remorse and wrath ran through my body in an instant. I vividly remember making that same phone call to a friend of mine years ago. She didn't even have to tell me what happened. I already knew.

"I was at a photoshoot." "He was oiling me up and he stuck his tongue in my ass." "I was posing and another man that I didn't know was coming was standing behind me trying to take pictures with his phone." "Then he felt me up when I never wanted him to touch me in the first place." "The photographer just stood there with his dick hard." "I had to leave because I was in fear of what would happen next."

Imagine that happening to your wife. Girlfriend. Mother. Daughter. How would you feel someone took one of your loved ones out of their comfort zone and violated them. If they don't deserve it, then why do we?

I will never forget. I was at a shoot in Atlanta. Photog gave me no issues on day one. Day two...
he made sure the house was empty. Called me to come shoot again...pressed up against me and had me against a wall. The tears began to fall. I had just seen his wife. Played his his daughter the day before. All I could say is "I don't want to do this." I knew that he would respect my wishes, let me gather my things and let me leave. Never did I expect a well seasoned, well known photographer wipe the tears from my eyes & whisper in my ear " Either give it to me or I'll take it." The tears came even more. I was in an awkward place. Who's to say that I said no again that he wouldnt drag me into his bed room and shoot me and say he caught me stealing. Maybe he would take all of my belongings and kick me out of his studio in the buff...Who would i call? If I couldn't trust this man, who could I trust? Those two minutes changed my life. It changed my outlook on trust. On life.

I want every woman to notice the signs EARLY. I was lucky. The next model may not be.

NEVER GO TO A SHOOT ALONE.
If a photographer cannot respect the fact that you'd rather have an escort for your safety/ trust and tell you that you can have no escort on a shoot, FIND ANOTHER PHOTOGRAPHER.

THICK SKIN. GOTTA HAVE IT IN THIS INDUSTRY. WHAT OR WHO DOESN'T KILL YOU WILL ONLY MAKE YOU STRONGER.

 - No regrets

Emily Camille

www.theemilyexperience.com

#Random "Say what?"

I am a bartender at a night club in Alabama. One night, while I am walking into my job, I look up and I am staring into the face of my very first boyfriend/the guy who took my...V. Then I looked down and saw how much he had...spread. Well, the club I work at is owned by his family. Being that I had not seen him in at least 4 years, I had failed to tell his people/my co-workers about 'us'. Well, the next day, his aunt pulled me to the side and said, "Do he got a big one?" So, of course I am in a daze from her question and she clues me in (in an auntie manner) of how small he was as a baby and she seriously asked me if it was still small when I got with him. Sadly, it was. I wasn't raised around boys so I didn't know how it worked but if it is small as a baby, apparently, not much changes. I hope he never reads this. If he does...Sorry, she asked. -shrugs-

No Regrets
Emily Camille

www.theemilyexperience.com

"...because you are too thick"

I was given the ever so rare opportunity to have a one on one phone conversation with the owner of an Urban magazine today. To make an ever so long excuse short, here is the gist of the conversation: "Emily, you have a great look and an out of this world body but i just can't publish you because it will put me out of business you are TOO thick. There wouldn't be many if any other women out here that would be able to follow in your footsteps so I have to stick to the women that can give me more than one issue. So unfortunately, it would be bad for business on my end to work with you." So, of course I had to ask, "So, in layman's terms, it's more fake big booty girls than real ones and you can't work with the real ones because it would upset the fake ones to the point where they won't work with you?" His reply: "Basically."

It just doesn't pay to be real anymore. Literally.

No regrets-
Emily Camille


www.theemilyexperience.com