I ran across this really interesting video on Youtube, it pointed out some of the ways that women were lifted up during 2013, even though there were only like five ways but it also contrasted them of how they were still degraded by the media.
It’s interesting, watch it please!!!
In today’s world women are constantly picked and teased about the way that they appear. The standards of a woman are highly and are undeniable impossible for any one woman to conquer. Not every woman will be able to fit the “required” standards. Some will but know that most women will not. They will always to be missing one aspect whether it be big or small, it will still somehow be noticeable to some critic in society and the biggest if them, herself.
As women, we are constantly trying to be better than another. Whether it be with hair, clothes, shoes, cars and rings, we are constantly competing. We are constantly competing because we feel that if we don’t have what someone else’s have, we’re of less value. We’re aren’t the trophy, that somebody would compete for. All of those feelings and thoughts of not being good enough all comes from what we see in society. What we see on billboards and commercials. They are all telling us, that we aren’t good enough if we don’t have this or that. But they’re telling us that without even saying those things. But we know what they’re doing because that little voice in the back of our mind is warning us ” be careful, don’t believe what they say.” While that little voice is right and we’ll listen to it sometimes, there comes the time when we give in.
We give into the temptation of thinking that maybe that person is right maybe what they’re saying is true. If I lower my standards and change the color of my hair and how I look maybe then I’ll be wanted and accepted. But once we give into those temptations there is no coming back from it. Maybe we’ll learn how ignore it and learn to love ourselves more but we will always think of the what ifs. It’s hard to move on from the bad habits and even harder to for better ones because once we grow accustom to somehow, it’s there, always and forever.
Please believe me when I say “don’t you believe those how I changed stories.” Those people have been changed from their old ways but they still think about how they used to be. There is no way to forgot about who you were before. It will always be there in the back of your mind to pop up and remind you. We may feel embarrassed but it’s natural because we didn’t know better in those days.
The key is to use what you been through to move on for a better future. We must remember the times when we were young fools because we thought it would be cool and teach our daughters to do better. We must teach our daughters to love themselves for who they are. No matter their color, no matter their size, no matter anything because as long as they can love who they are it doesn’t matter what others say about their skin and hair. We must also remember to tell them that it will not be easy and that it gets hard sometimes but never give up. We will all hit a few bumps in the road but never give up because the outcome in the long run will be greater.
-Jamekea S. Lee
It’s far easier to resent one’s own skin for giving you advantages you haven’t earned than despising it for what it takes away – Elizabeth Pears
In today society it common to heard compliments giving to women of light and fine brown skin tones. But it is rare for a women of darker skin to get complimented as much, unless they’re models with nearly perfect skin and a nice toned body. You know something alienated and different from women of lighter skin tones because “they’re pretty for a dark skin girl.”
I must say that I am one who sometimes envy both light skin and dark skin girls because of their beautiful aspects that I myself do not contain. I myself am a girl of the brown skin family, you know not too light, not too dark. However, I try and tend to distance myself from comparing my skin tone against others because over time I realized that I was doing nothing but giving into the mental illness. But it’s not easy.
Anyways here’s an interesting read about the light skin vs dark skin mentality.
Light skin vs. Dark skin started in the 1700s
An interesting read of how and why the light skin vs dark skin propaganda started.
Light skin vs dark skin is a mental illness that was distributed to make blacks fight amongst each other. It was created so we would start to hate others who we’re not like us and to hate ourselves.
“Look you see that ghetto black girl who is on welfare lives in North Philly and is always fighting.”
As a black woman in America I am often saddened by some of the things that I see on television and social media. I can not even fantom how many times I’ve scrolled down my Facebook timeline and seen many of my friends younger sisters acting a “fool.” Shaking their butts in front cameras, doing the dance to the new party songs that consist mostly of shaking they butts, singing songs that degrading to either themselves or putting women of different sizes down. It breaks my heart sometimes and sometimes I want to write “Stop, this is not acceptable. You should be presenting yourself in this manner. It’s embarrassing. Don’t follow in the same footsteps of your older sister,” but instead I just continue to scroll because I’m am not one for arguments. But do not get me wrong, I’m not scared to say something or to speak my mind and many people know this but I am not the person who embarrasses others over the internet.
While those young girls may be presenting themselves in ways that are considered embarrassing and degrading, I have grown to realize that they know exactly what their doing to themselves. Whenever I see them around the neighborhood and they come up to me and speak, I always ask them “Why are you doing that?” and they always give me the same answer “Huh? What you talking about?” and I say “You know exactly what I’m talking about” they laugh and began to explain. Deep down inside I know that they appreciate those moments when I sit down and tell them to do better because if they didn’t they wouldn’t even talk to me anymore. And at the end of our conversations we always hug and I tell them to “be good,” and they smile and say “I’m always good.”
To them they see nothing wrong in the actions they do or have committed and to me I see nothing wrong. But to society they’re considered to be uneducated and embarrassing to their race and they become a statistic of “Look you see that ghetto black girl who is on welfare lives in North Philly and is always fighting.” They are not those girls and they and I both know that but it’s too bad that society does not.
-Jamekea S. Lee
If I was to tell you everything
You still wouldn’t know me.
Even if I told it to a person
Who went through the same stuff
They wouldn’t understand.
Because we all hurt differently
And don’t feel the same.
They wouldn’t understand my pain
They wouldn’t understand the hurt
They wouldn’t be able to vision what I saw.
Because we all feel and see differently.
Have different views of the world
So no matter how hard they try
If I was to tell them everything,
They still wouldn’t know me.
A caring and soft heart will get you hurt,
But a cold heart, will get you no love.
No heart, and you’re dead
A warm heart brings cold hands, nobody wants to hold.
But a heart like a child with no mother in the want,
will bring you peace and a sense of life.
To love, care and sing all of the goodness that a heart can bring.
Is something we all want, and sing and leap and dance for.
Though some of us disclaim these things.
We all want what a heart can bring.
We’ve all cried the lies of not wanting much or nothing.
And we cried tears for those lies.
Because we all have a heart, and every heart wants love.
So don’t listen to the fool who says he has no heart.
Because with no heart you have no sense of life.
Or what you have.
So how will he know he has no heart?
Because he too, does have a heart.
Full of wanting to be understood.
Wanting to relate and speak words of untold stories and never seen dreams.
Wanting another heart to just sit down and just listen for once.
We all have a heart full of the same wants but different goals and different dreams.
Some of us want more than others and some want even more.
We, too have a heart.