“Growing up my hair was a fiery orange colour, the envy of so many grown adults and few of my peers at school. My mom was accused of dying my hair when I was just 3 years old, accused that she had an affair with a white man, and was repeatedly asked if I was her daughter. In short, these kinds of accusations and questions persist even today (although to a lesser degree today).”
Read More“Your feelings are justified, baby…I completely understand that it’s frustrating, especially when you are trying and it seems like nothing is working out. Always remember that it is okay to take a break and to have a regular self-care routine.”
Read Nicole’s letter to the women who are tired of being strong all the time. Prioritize your self-care, sis.
Although the world may not see my beauty or have chosen to see my blackness as something to hate or ignore, I love being black…I didn’t always though. Actually, at one point I hated being black but mostly I just hated having dark skin. I didn’t believe I was pretty. Colourism is a major issue amongst black people and other people of colour that has negatively impacted our community to this day. Read my personal story on colourism and learn more about my journey on loving my dark skin.
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