The real glo up is when you stop waiting to turn into some perfect hypothetical version of yourself and consciously enjoy being who you are in the present moment.

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The real glo up is when you stop waiting to turn into some perfect hypothetical version of yourself and consciously enjoy being who you are in the present moment.
āOnly forgive someone because you believe they are truly sorry, not because you want them back in your life.ā
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mama, lay me down, i no longer want to be part of this loud world where people can kill bugs without worrying if tiny things have souls because mama iāve been too small for my skin since i was born iām sorry i know there are plenty of sunsets i should stick around to see but maybe those sunsets shouldnāt belong to me because iāve been inhaling the sawdust from where all my selfhate has sanded me down into this little ocean of knots and oak, a treasure chest left empty, pandoraās box without hope, and mama i know iāll make you cry if i go but i know iāll cry instead if i stay and we both know i was always sort of selfish in every single way iām sorry mama iām sorry i donāt know what to say.
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No dreads, no big beard, no bulging muscles. Hope Iām still beautiful. Iāve never been anyoneās exact idea of cute, but thatās changed for me in recent years, Iām no longer the ugly, dark skinned boy people didnāt like in school. Iām now the decent, dark skinned man people genuinely enjoy being around. I still have my doubts sometimes but Iām always getting better. I love everyone, more importantly, I love my complexion and myself.
Happy Dark Skin appreciation and Blackout y'all
#FuckYourPaperBag
#FuckYourPaperBag Because Iāve been asked whether I exfoliate in the shower as if my skin tone is oil and dirt that needs to be removed.
#FuckYourPaperBag Because Iāve heard other black Caribbean adults advise my parents to keep me out of the sun and see if the ābeautiful colorā of my inner forearm would engulf the rest of me.
#FuckYourPaperBag Because no little girl should ever hate herself enough to be searching up āquick and easy skin bleaching methodsā in elementary school and get caught attempting to shoplift it from the local beauty supply store.
#FuckYourPaperBag Because it took a trip to a Europe country for me to hear compliments on my skin tone for first time in my life.
#FuckYourPaperBag Because dark skin is fucking ethereal.
For anyone who questions why this day is necessary, I am why. Because darkskin girls actually exist and actually having feelings. I despise the black community for the self hate that is taught with every generation, the self hate I was supposed to absorb, but I refuse. I AM BLACK AS HELL AND BEAUTIFUL.
The best feeling in the world is looking at the person who fucking destroyed you and not feel a god damn thing.
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Some people are born with tornados in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.
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