I Believe Family Is Very Important
I have a light skinned sister who has always had long black hair. I myself am darker and I used to have short hair because none of the adults in my family knew how to handle it.
Growing up in my family, looking the way I did was hard for me. I was young, but noticed how especially my father's side reacted differently to me than to my sister and my cousin. They would get compliments as soon as they walked into the room and I never did.
After having spent a lot of time at my grandmother's house, I must have been three or four, I went to my mother crying and asking why I wasn't born the same color as my sister. My mom hugged me and said I was beautiful she said my color suited me and she called me her chocolate teddy bear. After that I never stopped believing that I was beautiful.
My mom did things like this a lot for me growing up. Being the youngest of my generation, when i used to draw along with my cousins and my sister, none of my drawings would ever look as good. They used to tease me about it. One day I went crying to my mother again saying that I was giving up drawing forever because I just wasn't any good. My mom looked at the drawing I had made and said it was so good she wanted to hang it on her wall and she did. If my mom said it was good, then it must have been so, so with new confidence I kept drawing and I found out that I loved it.
Family is important. They didn't know it, but the way they reacted to me was the mirror I held up to myself to figure out who I was. Mine didn't do a very good job at making me feel good about myself, but luckily my mom was there to undo the damage they had done.
Growing up in my family, looking the way I did was hard for me. I was young, but noticed how especially my father's side reacted differently to me than to my sister and my cousin. They would get compliments as soon as they walked into the room and I never did.
After having spent a lot of time at my grandmother's house, I must have been three or four, I went to my mother crying and asking why I wasn't born the same color as my sister. My mom hugged me and said I was beautiful she said my color suited me and she called me her chocolate teddy bear. After that I never stopped believing that I was beautiful.
My mom did things like this a lot for me growing up. Being the youngest of my generation, when i used to draw along with my cousins and my sister, none of my drawings would ever look as good. They used to tease me about it. One day I went crying to my mother again saying that I was giving up drawing forever because I just wasn't any good. My mom looked at the drawing I had made and said it was so good she wanted to hang it on her wall and she did. If my mom said it was good, then it must have been so, so with new confidence I kept drawing and I found out that I loved it.
Family is important. They didn't know it, but the way they reacted to me was the mirror I held up to myself to figure out who I was. Mine didn't do a very good job at making me feel good about myself, but luckily my mom was there to undo the damage they had done.
By:
honestlyme
Age:
18-21
,
Female
