When I was younger, I often heard whispers that dark skin wasn’t beautiful. Those whispers—whether they came from television screens, classrooms, or even family gatherings—had a way of settling deep into my spirit. It took years, a lot of unlearning, and plenty of soul work to stand in front of a mirror and love the person staring back at me.
Our melanin isn’t just pigment; it’s history. It’s strength. It’s magic. When we celebrate our melanin, we’re celebrating centuries of resilience and beauty that have always been ours.
But let’s be real: loving yourself in a world that sometimes tells you not to can feel like swimming upstream. So here’s a gentle reminder: you are the light in every room, the story in every stare, the brilliance in every glance.
Let’s take a step forward today. Try standing in front of a mirror and speaking this affirmation:
“I am the embodiment of beauty and strength. My melanin is my crown, and I wear it with pride.”
This journey isn’t always easy, but you’re not alone. Join our Melanin Poppin Beauties Power Circle, where we celebrate every shade of Black beauty. Together, we rise.