We all experience insecurity at some point in our lives.
I did everything in my power to run away from body hair as a teenager. It was hard to accept myself especially since I was constantly made fun of at school. If it wasn’t my “big” nose, it was my mustache or the weird mole I had on the back of my neck. I was called a man several times, even by the little boys that had a crush on me. Some days I’d go to the bathroom and cry my frustration out, other days I disregarded such ignorant comments. Regardless of all the emotions I felt, I always knew I was beautiful. I grew to despise bullies. Anytime I saw a classmate being bullied, I felt it was my duty to stand up for them, especially when they couldn’t stand up for themselves. I got into several physical fights, because at some point during my adolescents, I demanded respect. No one had the right to belittle me and I admired the courage I was developing.
Although these insecurities got the best of me growing up, now as a twenty two year old young adult, I could not be more in love with all the characteristics I once viewed as “flaws.” My nose has now become my daily reminder that I am my father’s daughter and I sure do love that man! For whatever reason, our society shames women with body hair. Surprisingly even women body shame other women. My millennial mindset was born feminist, therefore I constantly wonder why men are allowed to do things that women “should not” do. This way of living has never sat well with me.
I live in my truth daily by owning who I am. I do that by admiring the things about myself that I ran away from as a teenager. I’m beautiful because my heart is beautiful, so the approval of others is no longer necessary. Spirituality has been a major tool in my self development. The more I seek to understand God, the more self love I gain. In my opinion, there is no separation between the two. I now honor the culture and ancestry that’s living through me and for me.
Be bold. Be beautiful. Be you.