During high school, I had many insecurities about my skin tone. I wasn’t getting a lot of male attention, and I started to think it was because I was too dark. As I grew older, I began to love the features that God gave me and decided to embrace every piece of me, from my culture to my skin tone to my hair and full lips. There isn’t anything about me that I do not find beautiful, and I am choosing this blog post and slowly growing platform to celebrate it.
Being a black woman is strenuous in today’s world. We are stereotyped as being “too loud” or “ghetto.” The darker your skin tone, the harsher the comments become. Being a black woman means people looking over your resume because your name is too unique. It is not easy and isn’t for the faint of heart. We have to be on the defense continually, and if we are too defensive, we are dubbed the abhorrent term “angry black woman.” Just a little update; we are not angry; we have a lot to prove and a lot harder time doing it. Our journeys are harder than most. At every level in life, we have to fight to be considered, and if we are considered, then we have to fight to keep it. We are fighters but not in the way you see on reality TV. We aren’t always the center of the drama, the women I hang around don’t even like to fight (unless you mess with their kids). It is easy for people to label us as the “angry black woman” when they do not know our story or how hard we had to fight to get recognition. We’re not fighting for a seat at the table anymore though, we want our own tables.
Society even chastises us for the features that we are so very blessed with. But you know the story, people pay for the things we were blessed with. I was bullied in elementary school because of the size of my lips. They are obviously very full, and kids were vulgar and said mean comments. As I got older, my lips got me a different kind of attention, most of it unwanted and unsolicited. My features are mine, and I had to learn to be proud of them. They make me who I am, along with the nonphysical aspects.
So I say all this to say, as I become more of an adult, I learned to celebrate more of the things that make me different and beautiful. I am a beautiful, brown skin, Jamaican queen. I am very proud of where I am from and celebrate every aspect of my culture. We are a proud people; I am no different. Being Jamaican is just is added flavor to my already fantastic persona. I am intelligent, educated, and well-spoken. My hair is natural, and I wear it in natural styles very often. I have full lips and am not afraid to wear lipsticks of any color. I am a short, plus-sized woman who is falling in love with her curves (including but not limited to my tummy). I am a daughter, a niece, a cousin, sister, a best friend, a confidante, a future mother, a future wife, a future director/VP of Human Resources, and so much more. But one thing will never change, I’ll always be black, and every day I am prouder of it. Being black is superb. Being human is even better. I celebrate the differences in all people; no one should have to feel like they are different because of their skin tone. We should treat everyone as human beings, that’s the only way to live.