Dear, Unapologetic Black Girl | This Took Growth

Just allow me to be me! No, as a matter of fact, I'm going to be me regardless. To be honest it took growth for me to even be able to say that second sentence with self-validation! I understand that being a BLACK an unapologetic woman in America could be so painful. Every day in America there is a BLACK woman no matter her age could be, fighting to live her dreams.

Dreams that could and shall pave the way for other BLACK women to be bold and persistent with their growth. I have not always been confident in being a BLACK woman. And here is my story and advice for other women... 





There was a time that I use to question God about the color of my skin. I use to ask Him, "Why I couldn't be born white?" I thought back then as a child that just by being born white then I would be privileged. I would not be looked down upon. I would not be hated. I would not be labeled poor. I'm not cutting any corners with you all either. I hated the little girl that God created me to be. I guess it all can stem back to never being told that I was beautiful from my mother. (I came from a single parent home.) 



Me at 4 years old
My auntie (my mother's lil' sister) would always call me "Picky Headed" and I had no one to truly uplift me back then. No cousins, no one from the church, or my elementary school.  


I was never taught how to truly love and accept who I was and to even carry the essence of a beautiful black sista'. 

Plus, they never taught kids in the schools about having self-confidence. When you grow up scarred mentally from just knowing that you were ugly because you were born black, you have to learn how to dig deep. 
Deeper than just looking at yourself in the mirror every day and telling your reflection that you are beautiful.


It takes educating yourself! Reading and seeking information that had and that has been withheld from you all of those years. It took a lot of prayer and letters to God and studying His word.

I fought with ADHD head on and depression many years of my life. Being a BLACK woman does not exclude me from having any mental illness that can be constantly pushed underneath a rug in the BLACK COMMUNITY. (Blog post dropping on black mental illnesses soon.)

The truth is a lot of judgment and criticism I received during those years came from other young black and insecure girls and women who did not love their damn selves. They were not told how much they were loved by a family member at home or someone who was close to them. 

My message today to that unapologetic black girl is to keep rising. As BLACK women we have spent centuries at the very bottom of the totem pole. We were stripped from gaining and getting any access to knowledge. Take this day to value your worth. To cherish that you are a queen. Be undeniably YOU and allow your love to smile through.




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