Hair. Skin. Name.

Growing up, I did not like my hair. I had the so-called ¨good hair¨ and it was always a topic of discussion. 

¨You think you´re better because of that hair and you´re light skin.¨ I was told the previous statement by children and adults, AND treated accordingly. So, I developed a complex about my skin color.

But the kicker was when I was actually asked if I were a part of the Taliban. Can you imagine that? LOL. In any case, I was mocked for my very Arabic and muslim last name as well.  

Like any child, when you are not accepted by others, you begin to think something is wrong with you. And wished I looked like Naomi Campbell. 

Black, beautiful and enough and with a ¨normal¨ name.

But you know what? 

I gave up on that wish and realized that some people will find ANY reason to put others down, discriminate and project their biases. And when they do honey, it has NOTHING to do with you!

So one day I told myself: my hair, my skin, and my name is enough for me. Period. 

I am created in the image of the creator, and I ACCEPT and LOVE myself. 

So just a friendly reminder, when others around you try to make you feel less than, 

accept and love yourself darling–it will liberate you.