When I first moved to Georgia as a 7th grader, niggas was not feeling me. I had big corn rows while
When I first moved to Georgia as a 7th grader, niggas was not feeling me. I had big corn rows while girls were just getting perms. I had designer clothes that my hood friends didn’t know about, nor care about. I used to slather lipgloss on my lips every hour and my skin was covered in cocoa butter. I thought I was the shit, but moving humbled me I guess. Everyone made fun of me, it was horrible. I remember I wore tights with a denim skirt from Daffys and these 8th grade girls mumbled “What the hell is she wearing” underneath her breath. I was mortified literally I ran into the bathroom and ripped my tights off so fast. Then I was ashy. Ugh! I couldn’t win. That day was important because after that I realized I was me. I’m me, I can’t be anyone else BUT me. Sometimes these niggas, girls, social media etc will make you feel like you’re not good enough or pretty enough. I hate that thought process because by whose standards are you NOT good enough? You know something. You may not be treasure to the nigga you “like” but you are treasure to someone. You’re treasure to your friends, treasure to your family and treasure to yourself. I had to learn that day to gain tough skin and be able to take criticism. So many times it’s easy to let niggas take your joy, especially when it’s your confidence. Do not. It’s yours. We don’t have much when we are born but one thing that cannot be duplicated by anyone else is your self esteem. In abusive relationships don’t you see how a man talks down on his partner? Tearing down her self esteem. I swear if you hold it dear to you, it cannot be altered by anyone else. It cannot be torn down. Not by anyone no matter how much of an impact they’ve left you. It’s so important to instill self love before we let someone take it away. BK. -- source link
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