Most of the time, you might feel just fine. But there are some times, those feelings settle in. Where you start to tell yourself that you’ll never be as beautiful or radiant as them or you’ll never possess that kind of confidence. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror or even your phone’s self portrait mode and for a second you think…”is this really all there is to me?” For some, this feeling comes with how we look externally, and for others, it’s internal. Either way, that feeling that we are somehow not all that special or worthy or beautiful is far more common than it needs to be.
Whether it was the night you saw him with that other girl,
The day you found out you were not going to get what you hoped for,
The moment you realize you really won’t qualified for the job,
The second you started to feel like things might never change,
The morning you woke up and didn’t feel right,
The afternoon you checked out when everything went wrong:
In all of these times, you were still beautiful. You were still a God-breathed creation with a purpose-filled heart that was still on a journey to where God wanted her to be. Even if in the moments you didn’t feel loved or enough or interesting—you were still in the hands of the One who made you, who formed you in your mother’s womb, and brought you to life.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
How wonderful is it that we are knit together by God? How incredible is it that we are a part of His incredible work? The work that stretches from the Grand Canyon to the Northern Lights? From the harbor of Rio de Janeiro to Mount Everest? The same God, who made those wanders thought that you were worth bringing to life.
Knowing this, let no person who undervalued you and no feeling that haunted you steal the joy of celebrating the wander in which you were made. No matter what, you are still beautiful because you were made by a Maker who makes no mistakes.
Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo
We make them feel as though by being born female, they are already guilty of something. And so girls grow up to be women who cannot say they have desire. Who silence themselves. Who cannot say what they truly think. Who have turned pretense into an art form.
We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
To all the girls
he loved before me
I am grateful
for the lessons
you have taught him
for the love
you have given him
for the versions of him
you have cherished
so that I can love
the version of him
in this little corner
of the world
“My value as a woman is not measured by the size of my waist or the number of men who like me. My worth as a human being is measured on a higher scale: the scale of righteousness and piety. And my purpose in life, despite what the fashion magazines say, is something more sublime than just looking good for men.”
- Yasmin Mogahed, Reclaim Your Heart: Personal Insights on Breaking Free from Life’s Shackles
to girls with skin rich in melanin. your colour may be black, or brown, but it still comes in a variety of shades, tones, and hues. the tones of your complexions may be like that of creamy hazelnut spread. Or like that of Monday morning coffee. Or like that of warm, crispy toast. Or like that of a cup of milk with a light dusting of cocoa. Or like that of spicy, powdered cinnamon on a bed of buns. Or like that of sweet, runny brown sugar on chocolate ice cream. Or like that of holiday season gingerbread cookies-right out of the oven. Or like that of sanded, polished mahogany wood. Or like that of (already fallen) autumn leaves. Or like that of the earthy soil. Or like that of the grainy dessert sands. Or like that of freshly mined, unrefined coal. Or like that of a naked midnight sky.
In all your different, diverse hues, y'all still beautiful. y'all deserve appreciation, representation, and most of all, y'all deserve abundant love that beholds the darkness engraved in the magic that is your skin.