Self Acceptance

As I look into the mirror, slowly gazing over the planes of my face, I see little imperfection. I see little blemish to lay claim to. My eyes are brown and filled with stories to tell about a life of sorrow and utter joy. My nose is a combination of both of my parents, reminding me of where I came from. Both were revolutionary in their own right. My lips are full and soft, and from them comes a voice that speaks lightly and harshly in just the right moments. My skin is a deep tone and soft to the touch. My pride runs as deep as the features that have been passed down through my family for years. I am filled with the pains of the past and the joys of my present. I am bursting with excitement and hope for the future. My hands are strong and ready to fight for my place. My mind is focused on God because I know where He drew me from. And despite what society tells me, I know I am absolutely beautiful. I am a Black woman and I am here to stay!