"I had to disconnect myself from bad influences: people who didn’t support me or really care about me. I realized that my greatest work of art is my life, and my life is a gift far too precious to be shared with just anybody."
I wish we didn’t have to act like we have it all together. I wish I would’ve uploaded a picture of me in the welfare office just so someone could reach out and ask me if I needed help because the case workers in the social services building really didn’t give a damn about me.
Recently, Allure Magazine conducted a beauty poll covering a variety of topics including women and their weight, self esteem and boobs. "When asked about their personal attractiveness, African-american women were three times as likely as Caucasian women to rate themselves at the hot end of the spectrum."
I’d been forgetting to be good to myself, and I lost part of me along the way. Now I’m trying my hardest to get back to being that spunky, fearless woman I love and admire.
After starting to do some self-esteem work, I realized how much wanting to change a natural part of me was a unnecessary burden I didn't have to bear.
Sometimes, when I'm home alone I dance around. I sing and I whip my hair. I do. It makes me feel good and taps deep into an inner part of me where I can go that allows me to be myself and not shrink away when all I want to do is to be invisible to the world. There is something about knowing the walls can't judge me and that I'm just being who I am, how I want to be. That is liberating.