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Bold, Brown, & Beautiful


"She's cute for a dark skinned girl." 
"Stop acting light skinned."




We've heard all these phrases. Some of us even say these phrases. But under the surface what do they mean to us? The other day I walked by a young girl with a cute puffball ponytail. She complimented me on my hair and I smiled, exchanging compliments with her. As I kept walking I started to wonder if she liked my hair because it was long and straight or if she really, at about 8 or 9, liked my teased mane. It may sound conceited but I really worry about our female youth. I automatically thought about the infamous Oprah baby doll episode. Then I thought about Chris Rock's 'Good Hair' documentary. One thought led to another and I wanted to hug every little brown girl I saw because the media pushes so much on them I just want to protect them. But then I thought about it and in this situation you sort of have to work from the top to the bottom because if we're the little brown ladies giving birth to these little brown girls then we need to get our minds right because they need us. I know, it all sounds so weird and over dramatic but if you think about it, it really matters. If it didn't there wouldn't be a Dark Girls Documentary, there wouldn't be a #TeamLightSkin, there wouldn't be any of this.





Fast forward past all these thoughts and I came across a flyer for an event titled, 'Bold, Brown, &Beautiful'. I follow Ashley on Twitter so I was willing to support before I even read the flyer but once I read it I almost breathed a sigh of relief. I thought maybe my thoughts aren't over dramatic, maybe they're justified, maybe we do have issues that need to be discussed. I WANT TO DISCUSS THEM! So I RSVP'd for this event. Who's coming with me?


RSVP TO ASHLEY@WRITELAUGHDREAM.COM
JOIN THE CONVERSATION ON TWITTER & INSTAGRAM USING THE HASHTAG '#BBBSERIES'

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