So on this one glorious sun filled day, i pinned up my hair, put on one of my favourite dresses, some new shoes and a beautiful new marc b bag and hit central London for a morning of Pancakes, The Bloggers Market, a spot of shopping and general goodness, and it felt GOOD. I live for the days when I wake up with a spring in my step and the desire to go forth into the world with a strange kind of happiness, a happiness that radiates and glows, and as much as I'd love to have these days…. well daily, real life sometimes has a way of making you feel not-so-great. . Let's talk about beauty, representation and the media shall we? For a long time I don't feel good about myself, and although my parents instilled the whole 'be strong' mentality into me from a young age (gotta love that tough Nigerian parent love ey?), i began to falter in my teens. I think a mixture of having the boy of my dreams at age 13 and a half, actively tell people to laugh at my large nose, my full lips, my flat chest and my skinny legs at school (i have never fancied a guy with braids since then), and realising the hard way at university that to some people black = ugly (more on this on another long post but for today lets keep it short and sweet). It wasn't until maybe 2013, that I truly knew what self love meant.
The carefree black girl movement was one of the things that really helped me on my road back to loving myself, because for once i saw black girls who were not 'the norm' and I guess 'alternative' or even 'geeky' in their beauty and it made me smile and cry and smile some more because for a long time, black girls who didn't fit the criteria of, looking ethnically ambigous with loose curly hair, and light skin, were not considered beautifully globally. And whilst there is nothing wrong with lighter skin, and looser hair, questions should be raised as to why that standard of beauty pertaining to black women was (and still is) so... Westernised? For me seeing women with skin as dark as the night and hair that was more kinks than curls moved me and it still does, for example, when i saw that Lupita Nyong'o was the face of Lancome, a huge beauty brand, i almost cried, because seeing a black woman, who hadn't been airbrushed lighter, or had their features changed to look more western made me so happy. Here was someone i could relate to, here was someone with dark skin, and kinky hair like myself collaborating with a brand that actually catered to darker skin tones?!! I'm so happy that the standard of beauty is becoming more inclusive, we still have a long way to go in regards to brands and the bloggers they work, especially in regards to beauty but that's another discussion for another day, but we're getting there slowly but surely and I'm hoping that one day if i ever have a little girl, that she won't feel ugly or ostracised because of the darkness of her skin, the fullness of her lips, and the kinks and coils of her hair the way i have in the past.
So, this has been an outfit post, celebrating the fact that i am starting to feel good in my skin, fully, unabashedly, and so should every single one of you, regardless of how you look on the outside, let's try to start loving ourselves in all our flawed glory a little more. As always have a blessed week, and don't forget to be kind! (Also let me know your thoughts in the comments!)