In Middle School, I became of aware of how "black" ranked on beauty standards in America. My chocolately crush of the week had the nerve to side stepped me, in luo of a fresh face Mexican Chica named Isabelle. I've always been a curious cat, therefore I asked my dear crush WHY exactly he choose to pursue Ms. Isabelle over me. What he said rocked my world (and confidence). He shrugged and quietly stated......
"She's different. She's like... Exotic". I was stunned, but I knew that I did not have this long silky black hair and pale skin version of beauty. I accepted it fairly well. I simply decided that I would be better than Ms. Isabelle in EVERY other way possible. I did succeed in that. However, I never quite got over the fact that I didn't look "exotic".
So if White Women were classic beauty, and Latina Women were exotic. What was I? After years of TV & media, the message is still being conveyed.
I refuse to wear any type of weave or extensions. Very literally because I decided in the 7th grade that I was not even going to attempt to look like Isabelle. In fact, she was going to aspire to look like me. Again, this is relatively accurate today. I do not judge black women who choose to wear extensions. It's a fair exchange. Especially since, the features of a black women are delicacy on any other race.
Today, I do know that my black is beautiful (and exotic) Shoutout to @tyrabanks for challenging the standards of beauty on AmericasNextTopModel. Also I read the book "The Skin I'm In". (Great Pre-teen read) Once you convince yourself that the creator does not make mistakes, those around you will catch on soon enough. #blackoutday #MyBlackIsBeautiful