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As a little girl I never felt pretty or beautiful enough. I remember the day I decided to accompany my friend and her mom to the supermarket to get provisions and other necessities for school, and the sales guy who she happens to be his customer said something “Madam your daughter fine, but this black girl no fine at all”. And they both laughed. I felt tears well up in my eyes as soon as I heard his remark but I had to compose myself. Whenever we had beauty pageants in school I never contested because I believed I was never going to win. This was also triggered by people around me people constantly calling me “Blacky” in a mocking manner, so my mind and thoughts were governed by what people had to say about me and my complexion. My inner self was lost, weakened and buried. Every time I looked into the mirror I asked myself, “WHY AM I BLACK?”

We had school clubs and then the Girl Guide was part of them. I made sure I convinced my mom to buy the uniform so that I could join them. I wanted to find myself as little girl. I joined the Girl Guide and when I wore that uniform with a blue beret for the first time I felt beautiful and I was so happy I couldn’t wait to get to school so that everyone could see my new self on Friday when out of nowhere, a boil grew on my nose. My dream of proving to everyone I was beautiful was shattered but joining the Girl Guide movement gave me tools that have helped me grow into becoming the girl I’m today.                                                                                         

 Shortly after that, my dad got a book titled “God’s little princess devotional” for my younger sister. I picked it up one day and went through that devotional when I was in SS2. The first lesson I learnt from that book was Self awareness; then I started observing, recognizing and analyzing myself. I learnt self-acceptance and self-love, and then I went back to that mirror. I looked into the mirror and I spoke to myself, “Precious you do not need to be the world’s definition of beauty, you’re so beautiful and the only opinion that matters about yourself right now is your own opinion.” I started learning self acceptance by working effortlessly to becoming the highest and possible version of myself, I had to look for the strength in my inner self that was lost and buried. I started working on my mindset, I asked so many questions and I also read books.

Right now nobody’s opinion about the color of my skin or my looks matter. The only person who has the right to have an opinion about me is I and I felt honored when I went to the beautician and the hair dresser looked at me and said you’re the only black person in this Benin. I was so happy because all that matters is self love and self acceptance.
I use myself as a point of contact to every young Girl who is facing societal bullying; you’re the best definition of yourself, don’t let the society define you. The truth is, it’s never that easy to find self awareness, acceptance and love especially in a society which is judgmentally drunk. Look, if you do not celebrate yourself, nobody will do that for you because the world is too busy looking for ways to make you feel less about yourself. Never allow the world bully you into thinking less about yourself both physically and mentally.
Every one is beautiful irrespective of the color of their skin.



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  • Doyin Doyin
    June 10, 2019

    Facts only??

    • Awele Azuka
      June 11, 2019

      Wat a beautiful piece Precious..More wins gurl☺

      • Bewajihair
        June 13, 2019

        Hummn, God bless your beautiful soul darling

        • Q.e?
          June 14, 2019

          I sooo needed this. Thank ya

  • Anonymous
    June 10, 2019

    Beautiful piece ???

    • Anonymous
      June 11, 2019

      Thanks for this piece

      • Adeola
        June 11, 2019

        God bless you madam

  • Faves Onoja
    June 10, 2019

    Melanin Goddess

  • Tosin
    June 10, 2019

    Always poppin

  • Kenny
    June 11, 2019


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      June 11, 2019


      • Okparah Gerald
        July 8, 2019

        Am really happy and pleased to know you put this up dear ???❤❤❤❤????????????

  • Herietta
    June 11, 2019

    Black is Royalty!!. You are a beautiful inside out and that is what i know.

    Great piece sis.

  • Holyacid
    June 12, 2019

    melanogenesis, nice one presh

  • Roméo
    June 12, 2019

    The beauty is in the heart,the color of the skin is not important. Your a real Pearl. I like you?

  • Demo_uk
    June 13, 2019

    This is such a good piece to boost the confidence of every dark-skinned girl out there. Being dark skinned doesn’t make one inferior. EVERY PERSON SHOULD KNOW THIS!!!

  • Ernest
    June 13, 2019

    Nice one girl

  • Urenze OJ
    June 13, 2019

    You’re amazing!!!

  • Amirah
    June 13, 2019

    Black is Beautiful!
    You are Beautiful!!!

  • Moji
    June 13, 2019

    You are beautiful. Growing up, I dealt with this too. I still hear adults who should know better make mean comments to kids. We all need to do better. The Day a lady told a little girl that she had bad hair just because her hair is coarse, I told her off. I don’t understand why people are insensitive

  • Anonymous
    June 13, 2019

    You are blessed ❤️

  • Ayomi
    June 13, 2019

    A nice piece… Kudos to you… #Melaninrich’n’proud

  • Precious
    June 13, 2019

    I’m glad you shared this. I’m also a dark skinned girl and growing up,I HATED being dark because I was the only dark person in my house(I still am) and my sisters would bully me because of my color and when my younger brother was born,he eventually joined them. I would always report to my mum but I can’t remember a time that she cautioned them or assured me that my skin colour was beautiful,so I always felt like an outcast. I remember rigorously scrubbing my body because I thought it was dirty,hence the colour and I also used to avoid going out and isolated myself because I thought I would get lighter if the I didn’t go outside. My sisters friends always made fun of me and nobody ever called me by my name,just “blacky”,”charcoal” etc,and whenever anyone asked my mum about me and she wanted to be sure it was me,she’d say “the black slim one?”. But now that I’m a teenager,I’m very proud to be dark skinned and whenever anybody tries to make nasty comments on my colour,I just smile and show them the picture of Khoudia Diop or tell them about her and say “I wish my skin was as dark as hers”. I don’t think I’m beautiful yet,but I’m very very proud of my skin.

    • Aisha Moon
      June 13, 2019

      I can remember vividly having sucidal thoughts because of my color,I didn’t feel like a human being at all cos everyone else was fair but today I’m so proud of it cos of the Uniqueness around it..

  • Aisha Moon
    June 13, 2019

    I felt like I was reading the story of my Life, thanks so much for’s awesome

  • Anonymous
    June 19, 2019

    I swear this one was super intense ???

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