It's impossible to dig into this post without revisiting the ugly scars of slavery; the primary concept in this context is Willie Lynchism. For those who are unfamiliar, Willie Lynch constructed a letter to other slave owners that provided insight to ensure division among the slaves by using their complexions, hair texture, and other factors. This may have been one of the most influential implementations as it is a form of slavery that continues to exist. There's nothing wrong with preference. However, there is something wrong when a person's physical appearance causes personal bias. I have dark skin. Throughout my 30 years, I have experienced the transition from being a "dark-skinned girl" to "being cute for a dark-skinned girl." Now, being "cute" for a dark-skinned girl is a much more pleasant experience than just being dark-skinned. Frankly, some other complexions make it seem as if being dark-skinned is a curse or misfortune. Neither of which is so.
Read MoreI've been mentally vacillating on this topic for some time. Although I believe it is intended to be simple, somehow, I find it multifaceted. I understand it to mean being open (to some degree) and honest about what may be occurring or has occurred in one's life. It's a form of keeping things 100. I have a theory that everyone has been a criminal at some point, it’s just that not everyone has been caught (littering, dishonoring the speed limit, whatever it may be. Everyone has done something). Nevertheless, sin is the same way. Everyone has been a sinner at some point. I take issue when some present themselves as they have always been "spotless." because there will never be a time in this life that any of us are completely clean.
Read MoreBefore everything begins I should probably explain that this entry is a reflection of my work in progress; thus, this entry will be as well. I am the third of three children. I am the baby by “ a long shot.” Both of my siblings, a brother and sister, are significantly older than me. My parents are very loving and supportive. As a child, I did not want for anything. It was like my support system was on a ten all the time: my mom and dad got me what I asked for and my sister followed up with what they did not to ensure that I was trendy (hair, nails, clothes, and etc). As a result, I became spoiled; I also became particular about what I wanted: what I wanted, when I wanted it, and how I wanted it. At the age of 20, I wrote a 10-year plan that included my boyfriend at that time, a law degree, his job as a Spanish interpreter, and children. 9 Years later I literally have none of the previously listed.
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