A little more than a week ago a coworker of mine asked me to write an article on standard of beauty and where black women fit into that. I’ll admit, it ended up being a bit more of a glimpse into my life as a black woman, but still it was something I was proud of and worked very hard on. It might be one of my favorite pieces to date. I am in total shock that it actually made it on to Thought Catalog and so thankful. I have wanted to be featured on this blog ever since I knew that it existed. O hope this is the first of many. All I’ve ever wanted to do is share my words with the world. This is just the beginning.
I am a black woman, but that’s not all I am. I’m stubborn, I’m loud, I’m a writer, I’m independent and I’m beautiful.
It’s not often you hear twenty something black women in college proclaiming how beautiful they are. Do we exist? Absolutely, but that doesn’t mean we still don’t have our insecurities.
Yes, I am black, I am also a woman, but I am not the face of every black woman everywhere and this article is not a compiled list of the way all black woman in college feel.
Growing up, I was a beauty pageant brat. I knew I was beautiful because the judges and trophies I won told me I was. A lot of people are quick to judge and ask parents how they could put their child through long days like that, but I loved it. I loved every minute of it. I think it’s…
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