Well, well, well. We're almost three weeks into 2015 and I'm just now posting. Blame my affinity for naps and almost non-existent attention span. Anyways, I didn't want to be cliche and write a "new year, new me" post, but I'm going to do it and y'all will deal. 2014 was such an eye-opening year for me in terms of how I view myself and those around me. It was an emotionally trying time, particularly the last few months, but I can honestly say something amazing happened during that period: I learned to love myself.
I've always been rather vain as a defense mechanism against the crippling sense of inadequacy I still sometimes feel. However, lately, I've found myself admiring the things about myself that I used to desperately try to "fix." My hair, my dark skin, my Nigerian name. All of those things make me the amazing individual I now know I am, and I refuse to keep company with anyone who disputes that.
My hair? It defies gravity and has a versatile nature that I've just begun to explore.
My skin? It gives a whole new meaning to the old saying, "The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice."
My name? It represents a unique part of my heritage that I'm still discovering.
I'm no longer going to make self-deprecating comments about myself to make appease others. I am incredibly smart, classically beautiful, and unapologetically Black. If you don't like that I'm acknowledging that, just know that I don't care. I won't set myself on fire to keep you warm.
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