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Who am I? 2016

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I am more than the color of my skin

I am more than the texture of my hair

The crookedness of my teeth

I am more than a woman…

Who am I?

Even I do not know

All I know is that I feel more

I believe more

I dream more

I breathe more…

Truth is… The more I think about who I am… The more I realize I don’t know

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4a01e67a982141812ce8ff256032d2deI believe, that beauty comes from within.

It’s something that we, ourselves must embrace and understand before we allow anyone else to tell us the standards of beauty.

We should be able to define our beauty in our own terms with no one telling us how high or how low we should set the bar.

When we define our own terms of what beauty is then we will finally be able to live in our truths. Knowing that no amount of makeup will be able to define us. Because we know that underneath is it is somebody who is beautiful. Somebody who breaks all the barriers of standard beauty.

Beauty is knowing that you are beautiful and not letting anyone standardize you!

 

What is beauty?

Media vs Women 2013

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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!!!

 

Women vs Society

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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

Dark skin: What’s the Problem?

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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.

http://www.newstatesman.com/society/2013/10/colourism-why-even-black-people-have-problem-dark-skin

Lives of Black Women in My Community

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“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

Beauty Paradox Reblog

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http://read.bi/18sAoOM

Check out this article. A few thing it points out is that:

  • Women’s worth is still measured by attractiveness while men define success by power, money and intelligence.
  • For men gray hair symbolize wisdom, for women it symbolize old age.
  • Society defines women’s beauty as youth.

 

Society is Evil

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Society is evil, it tells us what is beautiful and if you’re not what they consider beautiful then you’re just scum. Society tells us that beautiful is being skinny, have a light skin tone, straight teeth, straight hair, big boobs and a nice ass. Society is judgmental and abusive. It’s beats us down when we can not fit into it’s perfect example.

Why must I be thin, have perfect skin, have ass and tits?

I’m thin, sure. I’m skinny, I don’t gain wait. Because I have a fast metabolism.

Perfect skin. No, not I my friend. In my dreams.

Have ass and tits.  Nah, I don’t have neither of those.

So according to society, I’m not beautiful because I can not fit into every category.

And you my friend, you’re not pretty because you do not fit into every category. But those supermodels, cheerleaders, and strippers and what not, they’re beautiful. They’re beautiful because society judges us by our looks not by our intelligence. Society is evil and unfair. I’m tired of the bulls*** it puts us through. Why can’t an average teenager like me be consider pretty or just even worth something in our society? Answer me this.

Society loves knocking down our self esteem, to makes us feel worthless. But it’s up to us to allow how far the knock us down. It’s up to us to duck and dodge the jabs. Because you my friend, you skinny girl with freckles, you big girl with a nice face, you ginger, you African American, you Caucasian, you Asian, you Chinese, you ordinary person reading this blog, you are beautiful.  We, us ordinary people who live in the shadows must enter into the sun and show society, that we are something extraordinary and that society can kiss our ass.

Who am I ?

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If I share my stories

I wonder how many people would listen?

How many people would understand my written words?

Would they believe that I’ve gone through so much at an age I am?

I highly doubt people will react.

But I guess I can try

To catch a few people attention

Hope they’ll understand me.

Don’t judge me

Keep your comments to yourself

Both the good and the bad.

Because when I spoke there wasn’t much confidence.

And I don’t need you to shatter my knees,

So I have to look up to you with fear in my eyes.

I don’t know whether or not you’ll get others to criticize me.

Chastise me.

Belittle me so I feel like nothing.

Because when I share my stories there won’t be much confidence.

But I’ll like to keep the little bit I do have.

So please I ask of you

Don’t criticize me

Just listen and try to understand

What I’m going through

Just lend me an ear

And a small fraction of your heart

I know I can be hard and difficult to talk to.

But that’s because I built up this wall that I need help tearing down

I’m afraid of getting hurt.

More than I already have

But if you give me time

I’ll tell you eventually.

You just have to be willing to stand by me for however long it takes  for me to come clean.

Which can take months or even years.

I’ll tell you

How it feel and how I felt

Don’t judge me when I do

Because I was young and foolish

I didn’t know right from wrong

Good vs evil.

I evil take over

Get the best of me.

That was my past

This is my present.

I’m changed

A changed person

And everyday

I try to make it better

But when I truly become who I am,

Then I’ll tell you who I was