katblaque:I remember finding a tin filled with bleaching cream in my mother’s medicine cabinet. I wa
katblaque:I remember finding a tin filled with bleaching cream in my mother’s medicine cabinet. I was always poking my nose around her things. I was a curious black child-one of the few that were in my little town. Everyone was so light and beautiful and I hated that I wasn’t light like them. I wanted smaller lips, a thinner nose and lighter skin and when I found that tin of bleaching cream-I just knew that was my ticket. In secret I would put it all over my body hoping that if I let it settle in a bit that I’d wake up and be light and beautiful. Of course nothing happened. I started going to school folding my lips over and making them thinner and making sure that everyone knew I wasn’t like THOSE black people. Self hate is something I had to deprogram and an integral part of that was knowing and understanding that black is beautiful. And that I’m beautiful. It was realizing that white girls pay thousands of dollars to get their lips to look like mine, to get an ass as thick as mine and they’ll even try to rock their hair like mine. I realized that being black is beautiful and that my features are naturally beautiful and that’s because of a rich ancestry that can be traced back to the dawn of man kind. I love my skin and I embrace my melanin. Happy Black Out. This is only Part 1. -- source link