"Black is beautiful.."
We sing it, chant it, and wear it on our shirts but have we really accepted it as a universal truth. When we have discussions about self esteem and self image we address the women we see on television, magazines, and the women we stereotypically say are "Ghetto." But what of the women who African centered? Has her identification with African culture elevated her self esteem and image to a place where she has no insecurities? Or, are we using just superficial scales to determine if one holds them self in high esteem (i.e. natural hair, the way one clothes them self, etc).Here is the real question if you hated yourself for the majority of your life can a book, movie, and so forth really heal the scars of insecurity.

I have spoken to women who phenotypically are diverse; the full spectrum when it comes to melanin, shape, and size. Almost all of them have stories about not loving who they were and those insecurities still exist today, despite their strong sense self identity. The reality is we pack a nice little bag place it in the closet until something in our life sparks a spring cleaning. I have found one of those sparks to be our relationships with the opposite sex. We enter relationships and question why the other party desires to be with us especially after we have seen his former girlfriend, lover, wife, etc. Then out comes our skeletons...Why does he want to be with me? I am not dark enough. I am not light enough? I don't have good hair. My hair is too nappy. My lips are too small...too big. I am too short, tall, thin, big.......etc etc. We drown in the madness birthed in our head and sometimes push someone who genuinely loves us with all our perfect imperfections away. All because we have not truly begin to love ourselves.

So lets be real....
How can really heal from years of self hate in a society that stills scars us today; and, when most of our insecurities were birthed by our family...

Nzingah

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