she did not bleach her skin


I remember being teased relentlessly throughout my childhood and my teenage life where people would say that because of my skin I’ll never be beautiful enough, they would even recommend skin bleaching products. So as a child I quickly realised that as a dark skinned girl I was not considered beautiful enough… At that time I didn’t know that it was the negativity from the people around me that was causing me to hate my skin and myself for that matter. I remember a time during school photos where a girl shouted “she’s too dark! You won’t see anything on her ID but her teeth!”, of course everyone laughed it out… And so did I…. Because I didn’t want to make it seem like I was offended… Their feelings felt more important than mine… After all growing up I was always reminded of how unlikely I was of ever being beautiful or finding someone that found my darkness beautiful…..
As a 19 year old today I sit here and say “I never gave in to skin bleaching”, “I was constantly reminded of how ugly I was but that only made me love myself even more….. I began considering myself as someone different, someone beautiful and out of the ordinary.”
Your skin no matter how dark it is that when you smile you can only see the glow of your teeth is worthy of love, your skin is that of a goddess and you should never feel anything about your skin but self love. I write this to all of the people that have gone through similar and worse, you don’t need to learn to Love your skin, the love is already there… You just gotta unleash it.

I would like to hear some stories of yours if you’ve ever gone through the same thing…. Message me on Instagram.
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‘You didn’t come alone, did you?’ Jayce asked, taking her by the hand and looking around as if searching for someone.

‘No, Rose and Tay are with me, they are at the bar,’ she said, nodding toward the next room. The warm of his hand penetrated her skin and started to spread through her body.

‘Tay?’ Jayce turned around to look at the bar. ‘The big black guy with bleached hair? That is Tay?’ He asked obviously displeased with the news. But he was the first to tell her not to come alone, wasn’t he? Confused, she nodded.

‘You just look at our boy,’ Blue Hawaii said, watching Jayce and his blond young chick from the balcony of the second floor. ‘Another place, another time, but yet the same old broad. We’ve got something here.’

‘Maybe he just hasn’t win his bet yet,’ Monroe suggested.

Blue Hawaii just snorted.
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This time Delia didn’t let go of Patsy’s hand as she pulled back from the kiss. The convent was abandoned and now Patsy was back she didn’t want to let go. She wanted to feel Patsy’s warm skin against her own, wanted to smell the faint scent of bleach and Patsy’s favourite perfume as she buried her nose in the collar of Patsy’s shirt, so that’s just what she did.

Patsy looked around the dim hallway for a moment, a small smile of recognition curling her lips.

‘It’s good to be home,’ she breathed, squeezing Delia’s hand.

‘It’s good to have you back,’ Delia smiled, pulling Patsy up the stairs to her bedroom. They would move all their stuff into their new, shared room tomorrow. Tonight, Nurse Crane would just have to sleep next to an empty bed.


I was 6 when I saw my mom doing the laundry with a bottle that read “bleach”. I asked her what did she used it for and she said that it made clothes whiter. Then I asked her if I could take a bath in that, if it would make my skin fair, she looked at me with pain in her eyes and told me that I was beautiful the way I was. Now, I’m finally loving my blackness, and I know that, even though we have plenty of work to do, we’ll build a society where our children love their skin that they’re in.

She’s had to deal with people criticizing her hair, or people accusing her of bleaching her skin. They said she had breast enhancements, they said she wasn’t smiling enough, she’s unpatriotic. Then it went to not supporting your team mates. Now you’re ‘Crabby Gabby’. You name it and she got trampled. What did she ever do to anyone? I don’t think respecting your country or your flag boils down to whether you put your hand over your heart or not.
s.e. hinton did not write the outsiders

now that i have ur attention, here are me and @aidensmonroe‘s reasons.

  • s.e. hinton’s name begins with an s. do you know what also begins with an s? suspicious. s.e. hinton is suspicious.
  • s.e. hinton says that johnny is white, but while in the church,  johnny refuses to bleach his own hair because he is “too dark-skinned to look okay blond.” 
  • she only pays attention to c thomas howell and rob lowe. what kind of author treats the rest of the actors who played “her characters” like that?
  • s.e. hinton says that dallas winston is straight, BUT the book says johnny was the only thing dallas loved. dallas winston is not straight, obviously, and if s.e. hinton was the REAL author, she would know this.
  • s.e. hinton gets angry when people ask her questions about the outsiders because she does not know most of the answers, as she did not write the book.
  • the outsiders is a school project by ponyboy curtis. ponyboy curtis wrote the outsiders, not s.e. hinton.

Happy 03/04/15!! April Blackout day!! Or 04/03/15 for the Americans!!! It’s 03:01am in The UK!! Many selfies to come! But in all seriousness for any black girl that’s ever felt and is still feeling not of worth because of her color, her skin tone or discolouration a or whatever! We stand together! First thing you might think is ah she’s light so she has is easy. Lighty. But not the truth is that’s just lighting! Nah im kidding. The truth is I had it hard too. I did not feel like my skin was light enough. I had grown up seeing aunties bleach and people saying it’s for toning when the truth is it’s not. And I am still around that today. I still do often have these thoughts. It’s a process and we have to learn to love ourselves. We are queens. Beautifully and wonderfully made. Our hair is perfect. (I have weave in this post yes) but the truth is I love my fro. I am comfortable to wear both weave for styles out and my hair for my natural(ity). Girls and guys love your skin color. Do not feel like your worth is any less. Be proud. Support one another. Flexxx! Own it! Black is beautiful too.

I’m sorry
Because I kept that heart shaped necklace in a box next to my bed, and instead wear the zodiac one he gave me on my first date
Because those few days I wore it everyone asked me who gave it, and no one was ever satisfied with just a friend
Because no one could not comment, I guess the heart caught everyone’s eye I know it caught mine
I’m not ashamed, well I am, but not of us. My behavior in that after math was something to be ashamed of, is something to be ashamed of still
I will proudly say I dated a girl, that I’m bi, that we did things, that I was in love with her
But under my breathe I will say I broke her heart and she drank bleach because of things I said to her in anger
So I guess this is my apology
For the fact that I wear long jeans to cover your name scarred into my skin
For the fact I was the one who broke your heart so violently
I’m sorry
That I don’t wear your necklace anymore
—  Something I needed to write