Big Nose Girls are Ugly

As a young black girl growing, hearing things like that really hurt me. I heard from every outlet possible; the media, family members, and peers. It seemed that having a big nose automatically correlated to being ugly. 

My brother teased me for it as I teased him about his darker skin. As a child, it had been programmed into our minds that black features were ugly traits. I remember it being really bad for my younger sister when she refused to play with the black barbies because "the black ones were ugly". 

Hearing my father say, "you'd be really pretty had you not had your morher's nose" devastated me. 

This post above touched a place in my soul because I did truly hate my nose. Someone taught me to hate my broad nose, my curly hair, and my full figure. Someone taught me to hate myself for outwardly having black features and I don't hate them for that. Because now, I am at a time in my life where you can't tell me that broad nose makes me ugly or  that gap henders my beauty. 

I'm a black woman and beauty was made from me.

B L V E

This is a piece that I painted for a dear friend of mine. This happens to be his favorite artist. I think this was my best pieces yet and usually I get really attached to my paintings and sketches. But it was easy giving it to him. He was the one person to push me to go public with my artwork and he allowed me to showcase my paintings at one of his conventions. 

There are just some many people that will truly believe in you and help you find your way to believe in yourself. When you come across those people, hold on to them.

Without contact

This past week, I enjoyed my first Spring Break in Panama City Beach, FL. I lost my phone the second day that I arrived there and I was so miserable that entire day. I was without contact and all the plans that I had made before arriving seemed hopeless. 

However, I experienced a freedom that I haven't felt in a long time. For a week, I was without contact from anyone more than ten feet from me. I wasn't readily available to everyone and that freaked my mother out the most with me being out of state. But it felt like each minute mattered, my face wasn't crammed in front of a screen and time moves slower. 

And I enjoyed a 10 hour car ride back to Kentucky without a cell phone, which provoked much needed thought and meditation over my future. I made decisions about friendships, relationships, and career moves without outside influence because I had that chance to soul search and figure out what I wanted.

I challenge you all to go just one week without a cell phone and see where it takes you. 

Iconic

Hat: Charolette Rouse

Accessories: Charolette Rouse

Top: Forever 21

Jeans: Thifted

Boots: Charolette Rouse

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