As I sit here and write this, I am watching the Tyra Show and today’s topic is “Bleaching for Beauty”. She’s talking to six Black women who bleach their skin because they are a darker complexion/dark skin and wish to be a lighter complexion/light skin. They feel “ugly” and inferior because of the color of their skin.
Beauty and what it means to be beautiful has been an ongoing issue with people in general, but more specifically with women – from young girls, to teens, to young and older women. Well, for some women in the Black community this issue runs deep – skin deep. To them, beauty is defined by the complexion of their skin. And according to the women on Tyra’s show and many other women in our community, Black is most beautiful when it is a lighter complexion, complimented by a “good” grade of long hair and a set of light-colored eyes.
I was talking to a friend today, and our conversation inspired me to write this post. You see, she’s on a journey – as we all are. And recently, her journey took an unexpected turn. I suggested she start a blog [writing can be therapeutic and because her journey can inspire others]. Initially, she was apprehensive. It’s scary sharing your innermost thoughts and feelings with others – I know. But then, she said something that made me think: “if only she could see herself through my eyes”. She said that she doesn’t think she has a story to tell; that her story may not be as “dark” as others. But I say everybody has a story to tell. Your story may not be like mine, and my story may not be like yours. But, it’s a story just the same. It’s a part of our journey, and it may very well help someone else through his/hers [journey]. I asked her permission to share the details of her journey and she agreed. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to share a piece of her with you, and I hope that her story inspires you as much as it inspires me!
My 15-year-old brother loves to cook, or shall I say concoct dishes. Hungry and frustrated by the fact that no one would let him “borrow” money to order a pizza, he decided to make pancakes – for the first time…
He starts off following the directions on the box, but I offer my assistance anyway.
“Does this look right,” he asks me.
He’s holding a bowl full of clump, explaining how he decided to cut the recipe in half. It’s his first time, and he’s already making adjustments. From the looks of it, it seems that he cut the amount of water in half, but not the amount of mixture. He says otherwise.
I tell him it’s a little too clumpy and to add some water. He agrees and adds more water. He takes out a skillet and continues to stir the batter.