Majesty is a girl who has been raised in upper class and silver spoon fed most of her life, a major name in New York, Majesty has become known for her keen since of fashion and major website LBM and ELBM (little black majesty, and extra little black...
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4: Call me...Queen Midas
To those who said blonde hair doesn't mesh well with dark skin could really go suck it, because if I was a meal I would be a five course one. Premium Remy has yet to fail me, anyway what does Majesty Jewels have going on with her today...well the better question is what isn't going on with me. First, I would like to say, I thank you the Breakfast Club, but I refuse to work with Charlemagne after he called me a field nigga trying to be a house nigga, I wouldn't want to embarrass him, and I don't think I should waste an outfit for the radio.
Moving on, I have noticed something has changed about me ever since I came clean with my bones in my closet, first one is how foolish could I have been for dating a man that was such a bigot, second, I never realized how strong I was from physically to the mentally. I guess the years of being patronized for my features and having to grow thick skin from rejection in the fashion industry, but I have managed to keep my skin thick, I haven't broken down, but I still think that I am in denial of it all happening at times I find myself turning off my business cellphone because it has become too much.
People I haven't talked to in years have begun texting me again, people who I gave my card to at Gianni's Versace Medusa Gala, have been calling me wondering if I could style in their clothes, or that they made something just for my tastes, even though I'm a sucker for wrap skirts and lace, I'm not a sucker. Jennifer Lawrence texted me the other day wondering if I could hang out with her and I think I told her to suck it because the last time we spoke she treated me as such I was beneath her, and Majesty Jewels is beneath no one.
Everyone wanted to get camera time with me, because I have basically become the Virgin Mary of the press, you get caught with me then suddenly everyone wanted to work with you, scratch that I wasn't Virgin Mary I was King Midas...well Queen Midas for gender reasons. If you touch me you became press gold, hell I couldn't go anywhere anymore without having my own crew of Pap following me. People wanted to film and take pictures of the abuse survivor, people wanted to know how she kept up such a façade so well, well first rule, have red lipstick, second rule, have a flawless poker face, and three, make sure you have an impeccable strut game (My sister Naomi taught me that) but with these I promise you can keep anything under tight wraps.
If you want to make it in the fashion industry I suggest you suck in your gut and slip on that one size too small Bill Blass dress and rock it. Because the fashion industry is cut throat and if you don't jump when they say to, you're going to be kicked out before you get your foot in.
Slipping on the lace Dolce & Gabbana black dress and humming along to a song, I walked into my bathroom and zipped the backup, looking at how my breasts were sitting up I made a 'humph' sound in satisfaction and put on the black pumps, that made my calves look immaculate.
