And here’s the truth for y’all. I wasn’t always proud of being black. I loved being black living in Miami . Parents moved me to Port St. Lucie and i hated identifying as black I would say I’m Puerto Rican. Most of my friends were white . I couldn’t “fit “ in being myself

I wanted to straighten my hair and be like the rest. I would get comments all the time “ you’re pretty for a black girl” as if black women aren’t pretty. I was insulted all the time. “You got that good hair” is not a fucking thing btw. There are different hair textures

And just Bc my hair is course doesn’t make it “bad hair” bad hair is UNHEALTHY hair. Dead hair. Split/damaged. I eventually started to realize I am different. And my Hair will never be straight and never in my life will I want it to be. I love my natural hair!!!

The problem was i didn’t hear it much or enough . I love being black. I love gospel music. I love soul food. I love how creative and athletic my people are. And I always will.