How many times have I heard that? Enough to actually decide on creating a post. That way, I can refer everyone here….. Smashing idea?
The fact is that I did not think long and hard about my AKA; username; blogging masterpiece. I wish I had!
I was in a spot- WordPress was open, I was registering an account, and it asked for a username. (I didn’t really pay too much attention to the fact that it CANNOT be changed. EVER!) I hadn’t read any blogs yet, and had just decided that morning to start a blog. No experience- NADA!! Hence the fact that “mynakedbokkie” is one word!!! That is what happens when you rush into it all. But here I am, introducing mynakedbokkie!!
I found an awesome definition in Urban Dictionary for the word BOKKIE (For all the South African readers out there, especially Gauteng’ers, I think you would really appreciate this.)
(Please note however: the BOKKIE that I am- is not THIS bokkie.)
“derogatory word that defines the so called better half of a boy-kie. A bokkie is very wild and cannot be tamed. Known to have multiple boy-kies, often relatives, without any shame or remorse. A bokkie also depends heavily on Klippies, Coke and Cortina. Found in and around Springs.”
Just to help all you foreigners/ NON- SOUTH AFRICANS:
- Boy-kie: another term for boy; young man
- Klippies: A type of Brandy
- Cortina: Okay- honestly I don’t know. I think it may be referring to a Ford car.
- Springs: an area, quite far from any real civilisation. Much in-breeding may take place here- due to the love of Klippies.
Again- I am not that Bokkie, although I have been known to be the better half.
My term “bokkie” can be based around this definition found in the Urban dictionary:
“this term is Afrikaans for “little buck” and it is used as a term of endearment for those you love. It is used almost exclusively by South Africans, and South African Expats.”
Wikipedia adds that the word bokkie can be comparable to “sweetheart” and “honey”.
Perhaps I wanted to see my blogging “alter ego” as the side of me I love, the side everyone will love. The darling. The sugar. The babe. (Definitely not the girl you see in the office.) My bokkie. Your bokkie. A bokkie.
When I stand in front of the mirror, there is a whole lot of are pieces I dislike. (Do you have that problem?) My The white skin could possibly glow in the dark. (In the middle ages this could be seen as a sign of wealth apparently. Not now!!) I am short, and feel stocky. My butt is flabby, and my thighs are a mound of cellulite. My breasts seem lob sided, and their stretch marks resemble a vulture’s claws. My waist is small however, and my hip bones stick out. (I have heard that your hip bones never quite get back to where they were before they reconfigured themselves to carry a little person.)
I would much rather wear clothes!!! In fact, I think MOST OF YOU probably look better with clothes on too?
Being “naked” means that you are completely bare, open and so obviously honest with the world. The people looking. There is no hiding. Whether you like it or you don’t- it is there.
That “darling bokkie” part of me, (the side of me that you all hopefully will see and be endeared towards), just throws it all out in the open. It is the bits that (due to the anonymity I have tried to keep intact publicly) could not care less regarding your feelings towards me.
I want to be completely honest here, Cellulite and all. I want you to see all the scars and bruises that have created me. That without make up I still have the skin of a 16 year old! Which smiles and laughs have caused all these wrinkles. The core of what makes me REAL. What possibly makes you real.
You may not like me…. well at least not all of me. But you will accept me, and perhaps try and shape me somewhat. I will still be here tomorrow.
That my friends, is how I became: MY NAKED BOKKIE…. (well, actually mynakedbokkie)
How did you come up with your blogging name?