Confessions of a Young Black Woman

I don’t understand the pressure that young men place on us young woman, whether black or white. They always seem to want the “Miss Perfect” –Slim waist, large hips, long (REAL) hair and the perfect skin color. Well in my eyes there is no such thing as a perfect skin color. All skin colors are beautiful to me. Honestly, it’s sickening to me. Sometimes, if I allow it, I find myself looking at filtered pictures on instagram and day dreaming “Well if I had that body, or “if my waistline was this small” what I would do. But I’ve learned to over come that by consistent prayer and learning to LOVE me. For who I am and what God made me to be. Now, I never said that was easy but like everything else, practice makes perfect. This book that I’m writing is about me, my struggle and confessions of a young black woman. Please note that names and places have been changed in order to secure the privacy of the characters involved.