Just yesterday I was told that I was vain. Wait, What? VAIN … I’m the least vain person on this planet! All of a sudden I was stricken with sadness because at that very moment they didn’t know my hidden struggle. My struggle of loving me just the way I was. My struggle of self acceptance. My struggle of being insecure. My struggle of feeling beautiful and pretty.

For the past year I have truly been working hard to overcome these insecurities and even though I am slowly evolving to really believe that my black is beautiful, 70% of the time I am not happy with myself. I wished I looked different. I often wonder what people thoughts are after I enter into a room. But through it all daily I remind myself that God has not giving me a spirit of fear. He has made me beautiful in His…