While on my come up, I never saw myself to be a beautiful black girl. I did not think MY BLACK was beautiful. Now do not get it twisted, I loved being black, but not so much a dark skinned black girl.
For some reason back in my youngin days, Mytruth I felt as if, if you was not light skinned and or had some hair on your head (couple of inches close to the shoulder) you was not seen. To me your hair is like your crown. Answer this? When you get a fresh hair do, what is the first thing you want to do after your hair is done regardless sometimes what you have on? :0) take a PICTURE.
Now I knew I was a beautiful girl. I just did not understand why I felt as if I was not beautiful with the skin, hair, beauty I was in. Now before you think I was just a bitter girl, please continue reading. I do not want you to feel no sadness, just hear Mytruth 🙂 My dad would take me to his lady friends and or family members to do my hair. I had it all from singles, cornrow like black girl (inside joke, My Von would understand 😉 and of course my favorite, that HOT HOT press out. Hot comb I should say. Until that one day I told my dad I wanted a relaxer. OMG why did I do that to myself. Now the relaxer, was like the suga back in the day.
Everybody was going straight 🙂 You could find a relaxer like Motions, and or Just for me (in my singing voice, y’all member that song 🙂 ), in the hair salons, your momma kitchen or living room. That’s when boxed perms was the suga. Well my 1st relaxer was completed in a kitchen. Now me as a little girl assumed she knew what the ham she was doing but ahh no. I was wrong. At some point after she puts the relaxer in my hair, she puts me under a hair dryer. She told me I would sit for 5 min and then she would wash you my hair. It all sounded right. Well long story short it burned most of my hair out my head. No one really knows this story except close family and of course my husband. As I got older I always struggled with my hair. I remember one time while I was in middle school, I put so much grease in my hair, that everyone thought it was a jerry curl. I thank God for my Von. That day she did my hair for the 1st time changed my whole world of hair. I felt gorgeous. She was in hair school that year, so I was lucky to be her hair style tester. Till this day, My Von still does my hair.
So look, regardless of complexion, hair, tall, short, dark, light. We have to know we are beautiful. As a little girl growing up in the late 80 into the 90’s, there was no internet, and or cell phones. So with the way this internet generation is set up, we have to love on all our little black girls. Tell them they are beautiful in there natural short kinky curly hair. Dark skinned, Coco brown, Caramel skin. All little girls of all complexions should know there worth and beauty at an early age, so as they age, they age to be beautiful inside and out, and know there worth regardless of how they look. BBB is what my sister, Von and I would end in our text message or phone conversation. Blessed, Black, Beautiful #Mytruth