Learning to Love Me

When did you become comfortable with yourself? I mean, really comfortable. At what point did you accept your name, shape, skin tone, and even your natural hair? Although, I had been natural for quite some time, it was just in the last few years that I began to say, “I’m proud to be natural me.”

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I’m finally learning to love me.

In 2002, I made the spontaneous decision to transition from “perm” to natural as a corporate statement. I dared somebody to say something to me about wearing my hair in its natural state so I could “read” them one good time. However, in 2013, I have grown to love my hair as one of many amazing facets of my identity. I am more confident now than I’ve ever been in my life. I only wish that I had gotten to this point sooner. I can just imagine all the drama, tears, and bad decisions I could have avoided if someone had given me the gift of healthy self-esteem as a child. This is why I created the empowering children’s book, I’m Proud to Be Natural Me!TM

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The story is about a little girl who is teased because of the texture of her hair. Her mom explains to her that her hair is a part of her identity and that she is beautiful the way that God created her. By the end of the story this little girl is saying, “I’ve learned to love what I see. I’m proud to be natural me!” Since children learn who they are at such an early age, this story teaches that we are ALL beautiful as is.

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