Shout out to all the real girls out there! The ones who grew their own breasts (or didn’t), inherited those hips, and unapologetically stretch spandex over those booties while in the gym keeping it all together (easy with that spandex though, girl). Like you, I didn’t buy any part of my body; I grew it.
I got this from Phaedra, one of the Real Housewives of Atlanta. Silly as that girl is, she is one of the realest – as far as her body goes . . . that’s what she said anyway.
Growing up, my mom would talk to me about self-image. She bought me books about loving oneself. One of the books had an exercise that asked me to look myself in the mirror and write down all the things I liked about my face. “Look at your nose. What do you like about it? What about your ears? Write down three things you like about your lips.” Ugh! I finally had to tell my mom that I generally felt fine about myself and not to buy me any more books. But thank God for a caring mother, right? She had to make sure her girl was ok because there are so many forces working against my ok-ness. I watch everything on tv, listen to all kinds of music, read racy books (including the bible), and have so many other influences in my life that make me think I need to change some things about myself.
In the words of my good friend and soror, Krystal Dawn, “it’s hard out here for a black woman!” She was talking about being satisfied at work, and it’s actually hard out there for most women. But the point is that all of us who decide to keep it real, to wear it how we grew it, to leave our gapped teeth and big noses exactly where and how they are deserve a shout out in the worst kind of way. So, hey girl hey!
Who said I was perfect? No judging, belles and beaus!