Me, on Accepting Myself.

Growing up, young, Black, and woman. I, like majority of us, struggled with the idea of understanding who I was. from my curl pattern, to the complexion of my skin, down to my figure, I always wondered why I was made a certain way that to me, didn’t seem to fit the “ideal” standard of beauty. as for many of us our idea of beautiful in a way stems from the white ideal that has been subcounciously placed in our minds since the day we were born. It was Black, which I did not aspire to be. Though I woke up everyday and seen it's who I was.