When I was younger, I always hated looking and being so feminine. I remember every time I was chastised for being feminine by my father, my peers, my teachers, members of the gay community, by employees, and by passers by. I can remember every time I tried to conform, and felt like a fake. I have blocked out so many times I have been made fun of over my hair, that I look like side show bob, that Im trying to look cool, or trying to be something else because of my decision to not cut off my gorgeous ethnic locks. I also remember the every time I fall deeper in love with myself. Everyday I look in the mirror and I am happy with myself, because instead of surveying and scrutinising every part of my body, I look deep into my eyes. I can see the beauty in my soul, the pain that encourages me, the laughter that makes life so glorious. I see me as a child, still learning, still growing in the world. I see the wise grandmother within me that reminds me of my past experience and how not to judge. And I see it every time another human being shares eye contact with me. To me, you are all beautiful.
Posted on: Thu, 15 May 2014 12:51:24 +0000
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