SELF LOVE OR NAW? WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE PRETTY FOR A BLACK GIRL?

“You are so beautiful … to me” is a song originally performed by Joe Cocker. It is one of my favorite from childhood. I recall watching the Bride of Frankenstein while his hauntingly, soulful rendition played in the background. Even then, I connected the song to self love at its most basic. I also connected it to the idea of beauty and what it really means. 

We have often heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This is a common expression for acknowledging the idea of beauty being  subjective and based on social conditioning that forms an individual’s perception and judgement. It is indeed true that beauty is powerful but this does not capture the entire story. Throughout history, our society has based our beauty standards predominantly on European attributes and features. As these beauty standards spread across the globe, diverse cultures were taught to revere this ideal version of beauty even to the point of rejecting their own unique beauty standards. We still see the remnants of this indoctrination in many countries even though we may intellectually understand the subjectivity of beauty standards. We are all as uniquely diverse and beautiful as the stars in the sky, with snowflakes falling effortlessly onto multi-textured wild flowers growing in the most incredible pastures.

Interesting, beauty standards for women of color, particularly those having more melanin in their complexion, have been historically judged more harshly than most in terms of beauty acknowledgment and appreciation. Most recently, however, a sort of sea change has erupted with black women now holding crowns in 5 major beauty pageants. Check them out for yourself … I won’t do all the work. Surprising, maybe a little shocking right? This does not mean that women of different ethnic and racial identities aren’t uniquely beautiful. The very opposite is true and has always been so. It just means that lady fate is now shining her light on women representing beauty diversity ranging in skin tone (latte, honey butter, caramel, mocha etc), hair textures, interests and intelligence. I could not be more proud of them all. Bravo Queens!

Even with this recent accomplishment, there is still an undercurrent problem with how people of color view beauty, themselves, and their women. It is definitely not always favorable. Yes, we all indeed have beauty preferences in terms of what we find attractive but most never question why they find individual traits attractive. A lot of us are still trapped in self-hate, and so many continue to reject themselves or their own women and don’t even know why. But who’s fault will it be – in 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024 etc?

Don’t believe there is a problem???? Do your own research.

IN THE HEADLINES:

Puerto Ricans’ Miss Universe Response Shows Racism Isn’t Just For White People Dec 2019

Queen & Slim’ Actress Jodie Turner-Smith: ‘I Hated My Dark Skin!!’ Dec 2019

Gabrielle Union’s Firing From ‘America’s Got Talent’ Draws Celebrity Condemnation And An Investigation    Dec 2019

Cyn Santana Clarifies Remarks About Black Men Preferring Latina Women Dec 2019

Is Megan Good Bleaching Her Skin  October 2019

Lupita Nyong’o: “Colorism Is The Daughter Of Racism” October 2019

Matter Knowles Says If Beyoncé Was Darker It “Would Have Affected Her Success ” 2019

“Queer Eye Star Tan France Admits To Bleaching His Skin at 10 Years Old!! June 2019

Amara La Negra Wants You To Talk About Colorism 2018 

DON’T BELIEVE THERE IS A PROBLEM???? DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH.

What If You Fly

“There is freedom waiting for you,

On the breezes of the sky,

And you ask “What if I fall?”

Oh but my darling,

What if you fly?” 

Erin Hanson aka The Poetic Underground

2020 – – Happy New Year! – – 2020

Smear Campaigns: Soul Crimes

One of the most potent examples of “something’s been said” is when individuals engage in a smear campaign. What is a smear campaign? It can be defined as an effort to mislead, damage or call into question someone’s reputation, by sharing negative information whether truthful, outright lies, or exaggerations. It can be used by individuals or groups in almost any setting from family, friends, the work place, or even within our government.

I am pointing out this particular type of tactic because it can be very damaging. In many cases, the intended target of the smear campaign may have no idea what is being said. Everyone else may know but the target is left in the dark. The target may notice changes in treatment and even experience social isolation. They are presumed guilty on the word of an individual(s) without absolute proof or an opportunity to clarify, explain, or refute accusations. No one cares to hear both sides of the story or to gain clarification on events.

I have witnessed others being the object of such treatment and been the intended target personally as well. I am a strong advocate of transparency in relationships and open communication particularly when there is conflict. It is a healthy way to resolve issues when the goal is reconciliation but it requires mutual intention and truthfulness. We are spiritual beings having a human experience so no one is perfect or exempt from fault. Therefore, we all can learn from one another just by listening with empathy and compassion to create relational balance. It should be apparent that the intention of a smear campaign is not reconciliation but rather to injure and damage the person being targeted at all costs. In other words, someone wants to WIN.

Many people do attempt to have direct conversions with individuals with whom they are experiencing a conflict or difference of opinion. Most healthy relationships are built upon open and appropriate communication. I respect these people for their integrity and courage. Relationships are not successful if both parties aren’t mature enough, willing to be accountable, and honest. Many unsuccessful relationships involve secrets and gossip rather than airing out grievances directly. Many people can’t take direct honesty because it allows others to judge or critique them on their views and actions. Moral integrity requires directness if for no other reason than to see where one really stands in relationships. No pretense, fakery, frenemies need apply. It frees the spirit.

In my youth, I paid close attention to both the words and actions of the people around me. Even though I saw the hypocrisy, I’ve been guilty of repeating this negative pattern and formed opinions about others based upon hearsay too. I paid dearly for my actions. It did not serve my higher good and even as a child I knew it. As an adult, however, I have learned to be generally very direct, and to the point – hard and black, no chaser. So, in hindsight, the disappointment in my own past behavior led me to make a conscious decision to change.

If we can agree with the general biblical moral principle that “You shall not bear false witness” (Exodus 20:16), a smear campaign has major lessons hidden within this toxic experience for those who engage in such practices as well as for the intended targets. Here are some personal lessons I’ve learned from the toxic smear campaign trap.

Use your own discernment. We were given two ears and one mouth for reason. If you choose to listen to negative gossip, at the very least let it run through your brain for an assessment. Does it ring true to what you know about the person? Can it be investigated to gather more information to confirm before repeating? Is it even important? I have seen people full of jealousy and envy go to great lengths to spy, conspire, sabotage, and slander targets. Is it worth a direct conversation rather than going on hearsay? What is the effect of repeating or acting on such information? What if the intended target is innocent? These questions should make one more careful when prematurely judging and acting on information provided by another. Remember to beware of the dog that brings a bone. There is also a saying that real eyes will eventually see real lies.

Evaluate Character. The person who engages in a smear campaign makes a conscious decision to use this tactic to attack another person often secretly. From my observation, this person either approaches you using poor me, charm, or hater energy to engage bystanders into their toxic web to smear another. It is insidious, disarming, and cowardly all at the same time. My grandfather taught me to judge people on their character. Period! My mother always expressed her personal mantra that “actions speak louder than words”. Both of these beliefs can provide the moral foundation for evaluating gossip and smear campaigns.

Ask Questions. Fact finding is a very necessary aspects of living in these times. No one can be trusted 100%. Personally, I do not take anyone’s word over my own intuition, experience, observations, and wisdom. Those who smear others do not like to be questioned too deeply. Too many questions could expose inaccuracies, or even worse the true character and intentions of the accuser. It is often uncomfortable to put people on the spot but a necessary strategy if one truly wants to understand and evaluate the accuracy of an issue.

Individuals who legitimately just want to share their hurtful or challenging experience will have a different response to being questioned. They will generally respond with candor and demonstrate some accountability for their participation and actions in the events as well. Your intuition should tell you if the information expressed deserves your compassion and empathy.

Remember Accountability and Consequence. We are all responsible for our actions, both positive and negative. No one is ultimately exempt. The accuser might win in the short run, but the universe plays chess not checkers. Some call this cause and effect – KARMA – which can be both positive and negative depending on your moral compass and intentions towards others. Religious practices and sharing spiritual quotes won’t exempt you from consequences if your words (both public and private) do not match your actions. From the words of my late grandfather in his southern dialect, “Baby if you dig a ditch for someone, just know one is being dug just right for you.” And so it is ……

All of the points mentioned above are in no way intended to describe all aspects of smear campaigns. I do not want to dwell on anything having such a low vibration other than to give specific examples of tactics not utilized resulting in something’s been said. It lays the foundation for understanding many topics discussed on this blog.

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Back stabbers definitely use smear campaigns. How dreadful and hideous indeed!!!

SALUTE TO THE DIVINE MS. MORRISON

Toni Morrison, one of greatest American writer’s, died on August 6, 2019. She was a prolific author of the African American experience, particularly involving girls and women, and left behind a legacy of work that will forever influence the next generation of writers. As a young girl, I loved reading her books. She told important stories that resonated with me in a very intimate way. She talked about subjects that don’t often get expressed authentically and honestly.

I honor her life now by acknowledging how her fearlessness, truthfulness, and integrity gave me something to aspire to become. She was a powerful, talented woman willing to share her life experiences, observations, and ideas to help our collective psyche. This is not an easy task to accomplish with both skill and grace.

Ms. Morrison was my heroine in the flesh. She helped to define womanhood, showing compassion for our flaws as well as allowing us all to embrace our full humanity. I’m sharing my love for her work with you so that you’ll understand the framework in which I view womanhood, at the highest level, with integrity, substance, personal authenticity, and self sufficiency. Divine femininity at its best.

“If you find a book you really want to read
but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.”

Toni Morrison (1981)
Ohio Arts Council – The Cincinnati Enquirer

HIDE YO CRAZY! …. Something’s Been Said Intro

“Something’s been said,” is a quote used by members of my extended, Southern family. Although I was raised in the Midwest, I’d heard this phrase every time something suspicious happened within our clan. It means that there is something definitely wrong, unexplainable, off-putting, or weird going on with a family member, friend or associate but no one knows how to explain it or wants to expose the real issues. Details are often missing or simply don’t add up. No one could evaluate a situation with clarity or objectivity in an environment where hidden secrets and lies existed. As a child, I instinctively knew when a story didn’t make sense, and my facial expression often reflected it.

After moving south, a native North Carolinian told me that her grandmother told her to “hide yo crazy”. The statement made me laugh out loud because it reminded me of the stories we often share that provide half the facts that simply do not add up. It’s another way of saying “something’s been said“. Most people don’t internally question what they hear. Too few are willing to investigate, research or debate a topic before making a decision. There is an even smaller group who will allow room for a presumption of innocence until proof has been obtained.

In the late 70’s and early 80’s, a show called “Different Strokes” was a favorite in my household. I particularly loved the young son, played by former child actor Gary Coleman, who would question information that didn’t make sense to him…. something would have been said for sure!

In this section of Hide Yo Crazy …. Something’s Been Said, we’ll examine cultural, familial, relational, and current events, and provide a platform to examine and perhaps debate these matters in terms of appropriateness, accuracy, and relevancy. Guest writers will also participate to allow for different perspectives on subjects. I am hopeful that we will be able to unveil some of the different viewpoints and allow us to gain a better understanding of what may really be happening within our own minds as well as relationships. Come back soon …check out this video until we chat again.

“Our Deepest Fear”

By Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear
is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness,
that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually who are we not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn’t serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people
won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
We were born to make manifest
the glory of God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And when we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

“Still I Rise”

By Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Pretty for a Black Girl – The Fractured Mind

“If you’re black stay back,

If you’re brown stick around

If you’re yellow, you’re mellow

If you’re white you’re alright”

Negro Nursery Rhyme

As early as I can remember, I’ve had two reccurring nightmares. The first involves me trying to escape a place where everyone is a vampire or blood sucking entity. I would cover my neck and pretend to be like everyone else knowing full well this was not true. I had to escape the community somehow and would eventually come to a police check point. Each time, my scarf would fall around my neck and the enemy would see me. They never killed me in the dream, but the threat of harm was imminent. Eventually I’d wake up in a cold sweat unable to sleep, watching the shadows in my room.

My second reccurring nightmare started when I began to work professionally after college. The vampire dream had decreased its frequency, only to be replaced with a dream of me failing a test … always a math test. I was about to graduate, but I’d fail the test. I’d be on the brink of success but some new requirement would arrive and I’d struggle to pass. Interestingly enough it always felt like I was in an elementary school. This dream continues even today, but only when I face a personal or professional challenge,  that seems insurmountable. 

These two nightmares revealed in my psyche core traumas created from my childhood exposure within our educational indoctrination systems, both external and internal, that helped to shape my identity and how I viewed my self worth. Throughout my life, I had always journaled or drew pictures describing my fears and dreams. It gave me the freedom to be myself while sharing my pain often describing my self-doubt and insecurities.

I often was told by numerous people to share my journal stories and inner musings. In fact, an alleged psychic’s comments at a social event in my early 20’s captured my attention because she had no idea just how nerdy I really was or even knowledge of my vast collection of journals, sketchbooks, and art drawings … evidence of my soul’s journey. She took my hand gently and said, “why aren’t you writing”? I couldn’t answer her at the time but I now know that I was in too much denial to share any of my journal stories with anyone. I was honest with myself, sort of,  but I hid my deeper thoughts and trauma from those around me. Only a select few knew about my personal relationships with family. They listened and coached as best they could but I don’t think they fully understood my sense of abandonment.

I’m sharing “Pretty For A Black Girl” now because I’ve healed enough to be candid. After learning about family constellation theory, trauma bonding, mental health issues including narcissism, and even visiting a therapist, I’ve been able to put a name on the particular type of crazy-making abuse I experienced as a child at the hands of my family, friends, and those individuals representing the greater society.

I’ve reached the age where I care less about protecting my ego, or caring what anyone thinks about me. Pretty for A Black Girl will unveil some of the behaviors we continue to perpetuate within families that undermine and devalue young girls of color. I am hopeful that my stories will lead those who are looking for self-empowerment to love themselves unconditionally and unapologetically moving towards their divine, feminine authentic selves. But first, one has to begin with examining the past and telling the absolute truth.

Win or Go Home: Why Do Teachers Quit?

Win or go home! This thought circulated in my brain while mopping an elementary classroom floor.  Since I wasn’t teaching full-time as a certified K-6 elementary teacher in North Carolina, I had accepted a long term substitute assignment at a small, rural Title I elementary school. Our students were getting sick constantly one after the other. As teachers, we decided to clean, and sterilize the room to help prevent, if possible, illnesses from continuing. I made a subconscious decision during this time to leave education after giving myself five years in the profession. I say subconscious because I still didn’t want to face the fact that I had lost the inner passion to continue. I had mentally given up hope of achieving the kind of fulfillment I’d dreamed of while in school. My personal journey had been a long one, of effort, time and money. My love for children and personal investment made me want to fight on a little more, exhausting all other teaching options before leaving the profession. But it was clear that whatever my expectations were for becoming a teacher, this wasn’t it.

“Something’s been said,” is a quote used by members of my extended, southern family. Although I was raised in the Midwest, I’d heard this phrase every time something suspicious happened within our clan. It means that there is something definitely wrong, or off-putting but no one knows how to explain it or wants to expose the real issues. Win or go home? Well, the choice was clear to me now, but I had my own reasons for continuing the charade.

Today, I have come to a place of acceptance and have embraced the choices I’ve made to become a teacher. I’ve viewed my successes and failures as learning opportunities. Since I was a young child, I always journaled my inner feelings so I had plenty of personal notes and observations about my journey to remind me about what I’d seen and felt while pursuing this career. I’m ready now to share what I’ve been through in order to shine a light and perhaps unveil some of the hidden realities that exist within our modern day educational system for new teachers.

My views are based upon my own personal experience. I decided to become a teacher much later in life after working in both the public and private sectors for over 20 years. Although I spent only 5 years in education, I had a range of past professional and life experiences that helped me to put into context my observations about the teaching profession. I always viewed teachers as noble human beings who make professional choices and huge personal sacrifices. I am the product of many culturally diverse teachers who poured both time and love into helping me to become my personal best. One does not become a teacher for accolades or to get rich. This is especially true in the south where teachers’ income is the lowest in the country.

In the summer of 2014, I made a personal commitment and enrolled for a year and a half in an accelerated educational program to acquire my teaching certification. I invested financially, studied countless hours, survived the expectations of my accomplished professors, completed my student teaching under the leadership of a dynamic co-teacher, and moved unexpectedly to North Carolina to start my teaching career, only to have my enthusiasm zapped completely.

The veil covering the education system was lifted for me. It had many hidden realities that made me question the overall teaching profession and whether I could commit to it. How did I get to this place? My teaching career included stints as a substitute teacher, 2nd grade teacher in a new charter school, and teaching online. Sleep deprivation,  along with chronic anxiety had become the norm as I tried to keep pace with the classroom and administration requirements. I’d encountered work place abuse, at least to me it was abuse, resulting in health issues. I’d experienced a particular type of hazing that can happen to new teachers in a school where one is assigned the smallest classroom with the most kids needing extra support. Originally, I thought it may have been personal, even racially motivated, but soon learned that all the teachers, whether native or transplants, experienced similar conditions. 

Was I disappointed and angry? YES, indeed! These feelings only generated countless questions. What else could I have done to succeed in being a teacher? Was I not committed enough? Why can’t I eat lunch? Why couldn’t I use the bathroom? Virtually every other profession generally allows its employees the freedom to go to the restroom. Why didn’t I feel respected as a teacher? Everyone acted like they knew how to do my job. Where was the day-to-day support? With a significant portion of special needs students, I could’ve used more support. Do parents, elected officials, board members, and administrators understand what teachers actually do on a daily basis? Why are our schools still failing? Where does all the money go? Why are teachers leaving the North Carolina school system? Why are teachers nationally protesting across the country? I had done my best yet my enthusiasm was now replaced with fear, exhaustion, and insecurity. I had given more than I imagined. I wanted relief. I wanted this experience to end.

I was taught to be accountable for one’s actions. Therefore, I mentally reviewed my flaws and shared my short-comings with my trusted tribe. But something about this experience was different, possibly even beyond my control. Inexperience could not explain everything away. It was systemic within the work environment. Teachers operate within the boundaries of their professional pedagogy, timelines, pacing, administrative, and political expectations. These expectations eventually collide with reality and one’s own humanity. Only teachers fully understand what it is really like working under these conditions. Yet, there is also a lot of lip servicing from elected officials and the general public who really do not understand what happens in the educational system from a teacher’s perspective. Something’s been said!

In addition, we should be able to retain new teachers as well as attract experienced professionals who decide to pursue careers in education as a viable option. Nationally this is not the case. To my surprise, my former elementary school lost about 90% of its original workforce within a year, and even a local school superintendent resigned their position within one school term. There are definitely many layered reasons for what we see today. My goal is to share my inside observations and views on what I experienced, and questioned during my limited teaching experience.

The following blog posts are love letters to both students and our teachers across the country. Maybe I can share what many inside the educational system don’t want to publicly share with outsiders. Now it’s time to “unveil” those things that don’t get talked about enough to gain clarity and an authentic understanding. Perhaps with a candid dialogue and assessment (teachers love assessments), we can begin to make things better for, not only students, but the servant leaders, our teachers, who’ve assume this important role. They deserve it.