Guest Story by Connie
Being born and raised in Arizona, I’ve noticed as a little girl that being an African American other than being dark skinned stands for ugly. I used to cry to my mother about being white that way I would be approved by many. My mother has done her best raising me to feel beautiful and proud. But I couldn’t help to feel low about myself anyway. So as soon as I was a teenager in high school the brothers were dating light skinned girls or dating outside their race. I stayed single throughout my teen years. I did go through a nervous break down, cause I couldn’t stand being alone . At the age of 18, I met this young man who is of Latin decent, we became friends then later on lovers of a ten year relationship,gotten married & have 3 handsome boys together. He knows my stories of low self esteem based on my complexion but has helped me & works with me over come my issues. My family and I had moved to New York and yet my old feelings came back to haunt me again. It’s funny African American women can be our own critics instead of encouraging others. Or poke fun not knowing how others feel about themselves. My husband is a man I chose for myself. It’s nothing about black pride,its love that I never thought I would have or even experience which is one step away from my fears as well as my insecurities. I found my joy and happiness. It doesn’t matter to me what people say they have got to be insecure themselves.
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