
Before I go into this article I want you to ask yourself a deep question, who is the beholder of MY beauty? Prior to my stroke of enlightenment I was into making my image match to those of what I was conditioned into thinking "this is the look that makes me acceptable to society". I've had the learning experience of modeling for 15+ years and my appearance was always important, constantly wearing weaves and at one point I tried skin bleaching for experimental purposes. When I looked at the magazines and video models or even television showed the reflection of what they wanted me to think I should look like as a natural black woman. Which always appeared to be the total opposite of my content as an African/ Native American woman, and for the most part to being on the cover of a magazine required me to look the part of what they find acceptable the sleek straight hair, curly, or permed high yellow red bone with nice boobs and voluptuous curves. Even the petite models had a certain look that they had to maintain to grace the covers. In the course of time I had to reflect on not only all the money I was putting into looking like someone else but also WHO am I really trying to be? and I hated my hair for no reason because it was strong, thick, and kinky. I thought about how many natural black women I really see on magazines and certainly did my research, nothing shocked me about how something I was never really used to seeing was never there to encourage me to embrace what the good LORD had given me "Good Strong Hair". I realize I wanted to burn it chemically straight, hide it under a wig, intertwine it with someone else s hair to make the fit. All the while I'm losing MYSELF and my money in in something I was already blessed with "originality". So I asked myself why in the hell would I want to copy someone Else's image to make myself worthy of acceptance. I am who I am because God made me that way.

