STUK on Love


STUK on Giving: The R.E.A.D. Project (NYC)



For the past three years R.E.A.D. has been dedicated to changing the lives of orphaned schoolchildren in Nairobi, Kenya. The Resources for Education Advancement and Development project provides textbooks to children’s homes, empowers girls through reading clubs, and sends students to university on scholarship so that they can have a real chance to break the cycle of poverty that they were born in to. R.E.A.D. works to give schoolchildren, ranging from six months to twenty years old, who are victims of tragedies such as the death of one or both parents, abandonment and abuse, the opportunity to realize their potential, discover their talents, and develop their interests for the future. R.E.A.D. also hosts Girls LitClub, “a series of reading and writing workshops for girls that taps into their extraordinary strengths as learners, thinkers and leaders,” as an auxiliary of the program. We couldn’t be more STUK on their Journal Project. As an extension of the LitClub, the Journal Project encourages girls 10-18 years old to use personal essays, poetry and creative short stories to hone the power of their voices and tell HERstory.

The R.E.A.D. project has been making a successful impact in changing the lives of hundreds of children in Kenya. Sadly, program funds are at a dangerous low and the R.E.A.D. project needs our support to continue their mission of intellectually liberating disadvantaged children through academics. They have a goal to raise $10,000 by June 1, 2013. Together we can absolutely make this happen! STUK Designs has donated hand crafted STUK GIRL fine art by our Co-Founder and Creative Director Brette Sims. The art will be auctioned off to raise money. We encourage you to donate whatever you can. Any amount you give makes a real difference! Go HERE to donate and see a scale of what your donation to this powerful cause can go to. For more information or any questions about how to contribute to the organization contact: kaylistollak@gmail.com. Spread the word and spread some love!

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Writing: The Evolution Of A Shaved Head


Poetry by Natalya Oliver | Canvas Painting by Brette Sims

Day 1

I wake up, brush my teeth and prepare for another day.

This morning my rouge seems brighter

while my lips are covered perfectly within the lines of easy and breezy.

My patterned dress clinches in at the waist.

The top of its fabric plummeting south to remind me of my own flesh.

Sometimes it’s good to be reminded.

I can reach for the stars in these pumps,

which accentuate my perfectly shaved and silky to the touch legs.

When I look in the mirror I smile.

I feel beautiful.

But when I leave my abode I prepare myself for a day filled with

whistles while they work,

unwelcome winks,

courteous head nods

and, at times,

blame for what I call my own

and you call “your problem”.

I breathe.

Remind myself to be strong and go on with my day.

Day 2

I wake up, brush my teeth, cut my hair and prepare for another day.

I’m seeing the lines between myself and my counterparts fade this morning.

I feel no need to cover my face in another skin.

No need to dance the blade in its usual rhythm up my thighs.

But maybe I’ll paint my eyes?

Yes.

Today I will paint my eyes.
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Writing: The Artist and Her Love by Prerana


BTS photo of STUK founder x artist Brette Sims || Written by ‘Prerana

He watched her. Everyday.
As she bled onto the canvas. As she mixed reds and yellows and greens to make beautiful exotic, colours, trying desperately to capture the emotions that raged in her heart.

He loved watching the raw emotions playing on her face. Desperation, frustration, satisfaction, love, and sometimes even rage.

It was only during these moments, that he glimpsed her in her purest form.

Unaware of the world around her. At that moment, her canvas was the only thing that mattered.

Occasionally she’d look up at him, her face smeared with paint, and flash him with one of her beautiful smiles, the one that made his knees go weak.

He loved her. That much he knew.
But she would never wholly love him. Not as much as she loved her art.

Her art was what made her truly, herself.

He had learned to accept that. That, as much as he yearned and craved for it, she would never love him more than her art.

She always showed him what she painted. And every single time, it’d leave him breathless. Her ability to capture things around her, and fit them onto the canvas. He marveled at how her tiny fingers could sketch such details.

But not this time. This was her masterpiece, she said. He wouldn’t see it until the very end.

Everyday he pined for her whole and undivided attention. Everyday, knowing all too well, that he’d be disappointed.

He tried to see the world as she did. In the exquisite blobs of colour that splashed her world. But try as he might, he couldn’t. He was never cut out from that same cloth.

She was something else altogether, and he wondered how he’d won a gem like her.

But today, was different, important. He saw emotions in her eyes he’d never seen before as she worked. Surely, this will be her greatest work, her greatest love. He thought. It was never me. It was always this, her art.

She finished, beads of sweat forming on her dainty, forehead.

And when he saw what she’d painted, he just stood there, dumbstruck. For there, was the most excruciatingly beautiful sight she had ever painted. Him.

She had painted him as she saw him. Dazzling glory, exotic colours and all.

And that was when he knew. That she did love him.

Without you, there is no art. She whispered. Without you, there are no colours. You ARE my art.

She had given him what completed her soul, what made her unique. She had made him immortal in that single, work of hers, so that even when all the world perished, he wouldn’t. And people would see his beauty, and the strength it took her to love him.

She gave to him, her very essence, her spirit, herself.

She gave to him, her art.

- Prerana

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Writing: Keep your heart, three stacks


Written by Metroadlib | Illustration by Brette Sims


When I was 18 years old, I fell in love for the very first time.
His name was ________ __________ and he was amazing. Tall, dark-skinned, slight of frame, beard. The most beautiful teeth I’d ever seen.
I can still tell you where I was the first time I saw him. I was new to campus, and desperately in need of black friends. I was sitting cross legged on the floor in the Student Union building during the course of a Black Student Alliance meeting. He entered 20 minutes late with his fraternity brothers, and I was floored.

He was darker than all of them, and taller, by a head. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a wifebeater. But over the wifebeater was an open, blue workman’s shirt; the kind a mechanic would wear. A wide-brimmed straw hat rested atop his head.

He was the first man I ever wanted that I was able to make my own.

Only, he wasn’t my own.

At all.

He’d made it very clear from the beginning that he didn’t want a girlfriend.

“No titles,” he’d said. And I’d agreed.

And we hung out, messed around, went out on dates, exchanged gifts, he met my parents. But he’d been clear. No titles.

Clear as mud.

When it became evident he had a whole other non-relationship, and a smattering of women around campus, AND off of it, I was heartbroken. And confused. When I’d confronted him about his indiscretions, he’d been as tolerant as he could before the shame of it all and realization of his position had his back to a wall. Unable to withstand the hurt in my voice and accusation in my eyes, he’d shouted, in anger, “DAMNIT! YOU ARE NOOOOOOOT MY GIRL!”

I will never forget that moment. As long as I live.

We grew and changed and our lives took us into different directions. We both matured into the adults we were meant to be, and he remains one of my best friends. And we laugh about it all, today. Well, I laugh. He’s still rather ashamed, and gets defensive.

But the fact of the matter is, no matter how much I love him, today, or how my life has changed, or how I barely recognize the girl I was at eighteen, those words, and the vehemence with which they were shouted, continue to haunt me.

I knew then, that was a lesson I’d learn one time, and one time only.

I’ve never had my heart broken again.

So my question, dear readers, becomes: Why are women still learning this lesson, today? Why are grown women paying taxes, getting bikini waxes, possessing expensive gym memberships making this mistake, today?

I’m going to stand on this working hypothesis:

When a man says he does not want to be in a relationship with you, he never will.

The end.

When a man says he does not want to be in a relationship with you, he never will.

I know no one wants to hear it. I know life changes. Circumstances change. People change their minds.

He won’t.
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Film: Louise Hay – Heal Your Life


Louise Hay is a true spiritual guru. Throughout her journey she has touched the lives of millions, including us here at STUK. Even in her eighth decade, Louise is full of so much life it literally radiates through the screen and makes us feel her positive energy. In her full length film, “You Can Heal Your Life: The Movie,” Louise illustrates the lessons conveyed in her like titled book. She talks to us about our power; the power of our thoughts and the effects of our resulting frequency. Using affirmations and positive self-talk, we are able to “heal,” our lives, bringing joy to ourselves and others. Louise encourages us to believe in the goodness of life and through her film she shows us a new way to love it all. Get INto this movie and take a lesson in life we’re sure you’ll refer to again and again! Xo.

Happy Valentines Day: Poetry by Najma!


Poetry by: Najma | Illustration by Brette Sims

“you are a delirious romantic beneath that covering of
indifference, scoffing at pounds of chocolate and roses
open affection. you would leave letters in pockets, send
a text to check and in the middle of a meeting hands
would sweat and grins would bloom. the sappiest, corniest
stringing of sentences you could possibly imagine and
you wouldn’t give the slightest care in the world. that
swooping, extravagant cursive of yours would find its
way onto the insides of wrists, stomach. you would
collect all of your favorite songs and spend hours drawing
a cover. the colors making a mess of your fingers, creating
a symphony in ears. murmuring this, and this, and this,
is how i feel for you. cooking with hair cascading, candles
lit. intimate. you will remember in between the minutes.
an every day full moon. i will give. and give. and give.”

-Najma

Writing: Contact Lens by Adia Faun Imara


Written by past STUK Renaissance Woman: Adia Faun Imara

I hold no ill will towards those who are deemed “legally blind” or diagnosed with less than 20/20. Many of us need assistance time to time that goes beyond the scope of squinting or getting closer to print for clarity. The problem occurs when our view, our lens of the world is altered in someway – beyond reading script. Sometimes our experiences have a hand in molding our perception. Perception shapes feelings. Feelings sway action.

Yesterday, I referred to looking at romantic relationships objectively by “removing the rose-colored glasses.” You may have heard of this term before but refused to believe that this affliction could ever hit home. I realized that a lot of us are SO deeply immersed in feelings for another, that we are wearing rose-colored contact lenses. When a pal has quietly dove into their own personal love story, there is little friends can do to swoop them out. But, when the blind one in question is you, what will it take to snap back to reality? Undistorted and impartial 20/20. Keep yourself in check by remaining honest and objective. So often, we immerse ourselves fully into the situation to the point that the only perception we have is completely subjective, and void of rationality. Just think how many times have you sat back and let your love interest disrespect you because you waived their bad behavior in efforts to “see where it goes.” We hear of people committing heinous acts because they were “blinded by rage” or staying in abusive relationships because “love is blind.” It’s easy to spot this impaired type of decision making after something eventful, but what about the seemingly meager occurrences?

Although “rose-colored glasses” are popular, is it possible that we own other colors as well? Blue? Or green? Or even red? Ever did something out of greed, anger or jealousy? Is it possible that we have faulty-wired mindsets masquerading as normal functioning cognition? Were there occasions where you passed up on the company of friends for a solemn self-pitying evening? A night alone isn’t exactly an indication of depression. But when overwhelming self-consciousness and low self-worth plague you to the point of not wanting to participate in life, there is a problem. Not to delve into the clinical studies of depression, but an overall “blue” lens of circumstances can be detrimental to growth. Being able to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and face the day can be daunting. However, surrendering to a permanent state of sadness is more bleak than putting in the effort to change.

It takes a lot to correct your vision. Especially when the veil has become a permanent element of the anatomy. Courage, strength and bravery are required to overcome personal fears and the damaging influence of others.

Break the ever looming decent of darkness over your eyes by living, and enjoying life, but constantly checking in with yourself. Take a second look at the situation – while you still can.

- Adia Faun Imara

Give Back: My Beauty Inc. F.L.Y. Tour



STUK Designs is committed to the cultivation of the whole woman. We believe that in becoming whole, one must regard self-love as a first priority. That being said, we are STUK on ‘The F.L.Y. Tour.’ Our September 2012 Renaissance Woman, Gabrielle Thomas, founder of My Beauty Inc., is dedicating the months of February and March to conducting workshops that uplift young women. The ‘The First Love You Tour.’ is geared toward self compassion and the positive effects it has on the world around us. ‘The F.L.Y. Tour.’ is a 1- hour research/enrichment workshop addressing issues teen girls face such as Gossiping, Jealousy, Ignoring, Exclusion… and other ways girls are mean to each other. The F.L.Y. Tour is on a mission to reach 1,000 girls, and they need your help in spreading the word! This means $5.00 = empowerment and enrichment for one girl. Come on, we can all spare $5 to make the world a little brighter!Check out the video to learn more about the The F.L.Y. Tour and how you can contribute to helping make a transformative difference in a young woman’s life. After all, giving back is oh so F.L.Y.!

Lets start empowering girls at a young age!

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Holiday Love: Respond to a Child’s Santa Letter


Three short days and Christmas will be knocking at the front door. Cray. Christmas is fast approaching, yet for some reason, I don’t quite feel the holly, jolly Christmas spirit like I used to. Lucky for me, fellow stuk designs team member, Ashley was around to remind me of Santa letters. They more than put a smile on my face! Kids say the darndest things and with belief so strong, it brought back memories of having felt the same way. I can specifically remember sitting at the dining room table with Lisa Frank stationary, carefully plotting out a list of toys in my best penmanship. Addressed to, “1 Reindeer Ln., North Pole,” I knew my letter to Santa would be read and reciprocated. Fortunately, my parents were able to make sure of that. However, not all kids are afforded the same opportunities. Each year, your local post office receives thousands of Santa Letters, which lead to the founding of the USPS Letters to Santa Program in 1912. This year is the programs 100th anniversary and all citizens are invited to help spread the holiday cheer by responding to one, or several letters. The process is simple. Just go into your local, participating ‘Operation Santa’ post office, verify your identity, and fill out a short form. You’ll then have the opportunity to browse letters and fulfill a child’s wish. The letters are screened to evince serious need and processed through the post office to protect the child’s safety. You can view a list of participating post offices in your area here! Its a fun way to commit a meaningful act of kindness. We all at stuk designs encourage you to reach out to your community in some way and get involved! Happy holidays!

Respond to a santa letter!

New Music: Mara Hruby – Simply Beautiful


Singer Mara Hruby

We LOVE LOVE LOVE singer Mara Hruby. Today marks the two year anniversary of the release of her AMAZING EP From Her Eyes. To celebrate the occasion Mara has blessed us with a new track! Simply Beautiful is exactly what her new song represents, pun intended. Covering Al Greens “Simply Beautiful”! Recorded in the Love Den, Ms. Hruby has engineered, arranged, and produced this soul evoking tune, playing only objects found in her home. Listen closely and you will hear her playing spoons, loose change, a metal buddha head with a safety pin, and scratching against a scarf. This raw release is a thank you to who have supported her journey of “From Her Eyes” with love and light. Enjoy Xo.

Be sure to follow her on tumblr and her soulful and inspirational Instagram @MaraHruby. You can download her free EP here!

Simply Beautiful – Mara Hurby

Love: He Came and He Left


Written by: Sydni Michael // Illustration by STUK Woman: Brette Sims

I want to write about this and be done with it but I don’t even know what there is to say. I just spent the last 6 hours screaming and crying like a little bitch trying to figure out why I’m not worth an explanation. Someone who can watch you hurt on account of them, and doesn’t make the smallest effort to help, does not love you. He never loved me and in this moment, I am sure of that. Worthless, is such a perfect word for the way I feel right now, it’s disgusting. There is really nothing to be said. If I have ever lost faith in Love, it was today. I’d like to think I’m better off, but I feel like vomiting every time my phone rings and the numbers aren’t linked to his phone line. I’d like to say FUCK HIM but I just want to be his wife. A few posts down, I quoted a passage about the definition of a soulmate. When I read it to him, it didn’t sit well with him because the idea of soulmates was temporary. Basically, a soulmate comes, strips you down, changes your life and then leaves. Oh the irony…. for one to fill the position with such perfection after having disagreed with the job description. There was a point in my life many years ago where I was really cold hearted and bitter. Everything in my body wants to be that woman again but I know it will never do anything for me. So instead, I’m going to accept what a soulmate is and enjoy myself until another strolls along. If… another strolls along. I’m wiping my hands clean of this. It hurts too bad to dwell…

-Sydni


“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master.”

-Elizabeth Gilbert

Love: All The Single Ladies


“She’s single because she refuses to change her relationship status for someone who falls short of what she deserves. Knowing her self value, she’s chosen to preserve a spot in her heart for a real man, someone mature enough to understand that loyalty, commitment and honesty is a priority not an option.”

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