Dear Beyoncé,

This letter is probably the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write to you. Okay, it’s the only letter I’ve written to you, but hear me out. Since your days in Destiny’s Child, I’ve been your Bug-a-Boo and remained a Survivor. As a Single Lady, your friendship was the Best Thing I Never Had. As I became Crazy in Love I became a Diva, but still wore a Halo. [Have I proven my affinity yet?] Yes, I’ve been a fan.

But I’ve got to KIR… yes, keep it real. When your Mrs. Carter Show World Tour kicked off last week, I was excited to read reviews and see the amazing outfits your styling team came up with. However, I was completely grieved. F’real.

Your anthemic songs of empowerment motivate my generation of women and those who are on our heels. However, as examples to those who will stand on our shoulders, the picture of feminine success cannot and should not be built on the premise or expectation to sexualize ourselves in order to receive notoriety.

You’re talented. You’re gorgeous. You’re smart. You could’ve gone on stage in a potato sack and the next day women of New York city would be wearing haute couture sacks and stilettos. You know it’s true! So why? Why did you feel the need to wear a sheer bodysuit with your nipples exposed?

Listen, we’ve both changed. Since we first met, we’ve graduated into a different stage of life. We are both married, both mothers, both work full-time jobs. Life is beautifully chaotic and we are daily faced with choices that will impact more than ourselves: it will impact the generation on our heels who want to wear our heels.

Your choice of attire was an affront to my sensibility. Yes, your outfit and styling choices can be seen in Amsterdam windows, brothels, strip clubs, and red light districts from Cape Town to Cambodia. In window panes and on stages, women are sold for sex wearing clothing you are dancing freely in. Women who don’t have the power you have; to wiggle and wave, but walk away from from the groping hands and forced situations. Girls with dreams and aspirations and feelings and desires who are sisters, mothers, daughters, and dreamers, are nothing more than objects of purchasable desire.

As long as women feed the myth that women must make themselves sexually available to obtain success, we will perpetuate the problem and your daughter Blue and my daughter Ryen will believe that T&A will get them a J-O-B.

We have the power to reclaim a true message of worth and value and it’s not in our bra cup size or level of flexibility, but in an understanding of who we are and the plan and purpose for our lives. If we believe that female success can be obtained without undressing, we must lead the charge and live this out.

Like Rahki Kumar said, “Call out those who deliberately allow their sexual identity to eclipse the genius of their spirit and sacredness of their soul. Tell young girls that they are more than that. Engage with artists who sing, dance, write, design, perform – but whose presentation centers on showcasing the brilliance of their brain, not their body.”

As I stare at your outfit, I’m reminded of the American phrase, All that glitters is not gold. I hope our brilliance isn’t in our attire, but in our internal belief that we are more than our waist size, bra size, and butt size.

In no way am I throwing stones, but I am calling you on the carpet like a friend should do. Like Solomon said, better are the wounds of a friend, than many kisses from your stylists [that’s the paraphrased BIV version].

Forever your friend,
B

For those who would love to hear a new message on fashion, style, and how to werk it on a runway, I’m inviting you to a fashion show on Saturday, May 18th, 2013 in Los Angeles. My mother is fabulous and has planned this extravaganza for women of all shapes and sizes. Check it out:

For more information and how to get tickets, visit the church website and get ready to party!

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