I hate to say this in the open, I judge women who bleach with the same level of detest as those who parade fake accents—I call them all, inferior beings!
Clearly, the number of low self- esteem black women walking around outweighs those with any sort of confidence left in them, and I blame it on our absurd desire to be everything except what we truly are in life…
I do not make excuses for the many who find pride and status in putting up accents, even if it makes them sound like idiots—and I do not accommodate those who take excessive delight in fixing a new complexion they find appropriate, far from what they have by default.
I love colours but do not appreciate any attempt to self-create one in the face of daily emerging complications and diseases. The modern black woman seems to have no confidence in herself and will go every extent to steal what belongs to another—-by letting go the uniqueness and beauty of her own skin.
Similarly, I love the fact that I can tell from a person’s accent she may come from a faraway land, but it becomes utterly confusing and disgusting, when my neighbour equally sounds like a foreigner as a result of her attempt to sound like those she sees on MTV.
Confidence and embracing the uniqueness of one’s identity, personality and outlook is totally missing in the minds of today’s black woman.
But interestingly, some think one aspect of the crime is far diabolical than other. Either skin bleaching or fake ‘accenting’, I think they all reveal a deep rooted problem of self-hate, low self-esteem and unnecessary desire to be like others.
Stop insulting those skin bleachers unless you can equally attack those bleaching their accents with the same sword and sharpness.
Life as an African sucks when you are surrounded by people who find everything African disgusting and everything foreign tasteful.
I like the many options the beauty industry presents for skin care but I hate it when we constantly confuse skin care with skin alteration. Life may be hard when you’ve always been told your default position is faulty and not appreciated. But if anything must change, it is those assumptions and not yourself.
Today’s black woman has a lot of challenges to overcome and yet she compounds this with new self-created ones—in an attempt to escape from herself.
Must we be like others and sound like others to find our place in society? We had a long fight to end slavery; we did not fight to become slave masters! Staying put while everything around you change may sound strange but at the end of it all, you will still have a place you can call yours!
What exactly can today’s black woman call hers? Perhaps, the inferiority complex! Surely, not the long weave, long nails, fake accent or even the colour of her own skin…