Thank you for loving me, even in times when I was unkind to you.
Thank you for sticking by me, even when I put you through things you didn’t deserve.
When I was a young girl, you were my best friend.
Mom used to tell me every day how much you were beautiful and perfect.
Then, when I turned 12, the innocent light in which I saw you started to fade away.
You started to develop breasts, and decided to let the periods come. Suddenly, the world became unkind to me because I existed in you.
Adolescence was a turbulent time for you and me.
Change was happening so rapidly, and we struggled to find our place in the world.
I felt that the bullying that I was experiencing was your fault.
I started to hate you.
I hated the fact that you allowed pimples to invade my face. You made me ugly.
I hated your light in complexion black skin. I was never black enough in the black community, or white enough to be accepted in the white community.
I hated the coily texture of your hair. I wanted it straight, silky and beautiful.
I hated your thin physique. Boys would pay no attention to me because I didn’t have big curves and thighs.
So, I piled on the make-up to hide the pimples.
I used self-tanning lotion to try and darken my skin.
I doused my hair with chemical relaxers to get it straight and silky.
But every time I plucked up the courage to look into the mirror, I felt ugly and worthless.
In my 20s, I became ashamed of you.
You became the site of sexual harassment and body shaming.
I hid you away in baggy clothes, hoping to deter harassers and escape from being a woman.
This broke my heart because the pain wouldn’t go away.
Why was I born in you?
Why was I stuck with you?
Why does the world hate you so much?
I then began questioning all that I had believed about you.
What would say if I told that what society said about you was untrue?
What would happen if I looked in the mirror and saw you as God’s masterpiece?
Here’s the truth about you.
You are healthy.
You are beautiful.
You are enough.
I will take better care of you from this day going forward.
I choose to love you, and I’ll do right by you until my last day on earth.
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