Confessions 
-…to put it bluntly, it’s not easy being a black girl in America. It’s hard enough trying to keep our hair from becoming an afro, let alone trying to find the perfect shade of concealer that matches our skin tone;
And who can forget all those days spent struggling with finding jeans to fit our hip and thighs that are long enough but don’t have extra fabric bunching around our ankles?
Let me tell you; it is no walk in the park! So I want to share some struggles that only other Black girls know about when navigating this world.
Confessions…I am a black woman who has been through it all.
Confessions—I’ve seen the good, the bad, and the ugly. But here’s what you should know about me: no matter how many times relaxers or my eyebrows burn, my hair is thinned out by tweezers; I’m still going to stand up proud and say that I’m a black girl like me!
Most importantly, a black girl from the south. I was born into a family that struggled to make ends meet. The oldest of ten children never had a bedroom or bed to myself until I moved out on my own, essentially because there were too many children and not enough space.
Confessions…As I said, a Black girl like me … I’m tired of people asking me why I look mad all the time.
My confession is—It’s not that Black girls like me have to fight all the time to maintain our sanity. It’s just that we’re too busy juggling a million things because society won’t let us forget that we’re Black girls, and it needs us to carry this weight on our backs while also being mothers and wives and sisters and daughters.
And sometimes, when you get so many different responsibilities in one day, your face is going to be angry at the end of it all. But hey! We made it through another day- so tomorrow can’t be any worse than today was, right?
Have you ever felt like you are trying to do everything in life on your own? I know I do. As a black girl, it’s hard sometimes to be vulnerable and show my emotions because of the fear that people will perceive me differently.
It’s also difficult for me to ask for help or admit when I’m struggling because of this fear that they’ll think less of me.
I’m one of the few black girls who are not afraid to admit I am crazy. But for me to stay sane, my family and friends know that I need my space; they understand that it’s essential to have time just for myself.
Confessions…I love Beyonce, my family, and fried chicken.
My favorite color is not pink. And I have an obsession with watching Dr. Pimple Popper on the television. It’s gross …but I like the show.
Like any other black girl in America, it’s not always easy, but no matter what happens to us along our journey of life, we can’t lose sight of who we are because at the end of the day, none of this matters anyway!
Furthermore, some think they know what it means to be a black girl in America, but you don’t. I can tell because there’s no way you’re as woke as me. I’m not even sorry for the shade!
Confessions…I’m a black girl who is not ashamed of her roots.
I love my natural hair and everything from fried chicken to watermelon. But society has been telling me that being black isn’t okay for as long as I can remember – so much so that I started believing it myself.
I decided to stop fighting against what was right in front of me and embrace all that comes with being a Black Girl Like Me! Join me on this journey through the ups and downs of life as a woman, wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend…a BLACK GIRL LIKE ME!
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