What is your definition of beauty?
Beauty to me has a soul deep kind of meaning, it’s beauty from the inside, calm but on fire with a grace that lightens up a room. It’s beautiful not only because of what it has on or what it looks like from the outside, but it’s its style, its flow of movement joined together with a smile that gives a sign of peace and virtue.
Of all the billions of people on this planet, we each have our own and different definitions of what beauty is, what it looks like or even what is sounds like. But in our differences, when all in one place, when something beautiful walks in the room we all can recognize it.
A few weeks back I was connecting with my Facebook audience, looking for potential blog ideas, and a good friend responded with a few goods ones, one the was topic on the decline of class amongst black woman. That topic hit home for me. Being in the beauty industry I get really particular about the definition of beauty, what it actually means and really as women how we should carry ourselves. A huge chunk of the world has grown a loving for social media( including myself)and it’s filters alongside the world of makeup, clothes, shoes(the red bottom epidemic ), cosmetotic surgeries and so on. All those things are lovely when you have them, and they do provide enhancements to your life of beauty but, those things aren’t beautiful in themselves. On the outside they make a person appear more beautiful but, on the inside it has no effect.
Beauty to me is god-given and I feel we are all made beautiful in our own way.
1 Peter 3:3-4King James Version (KJV)
3 Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel;4 But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
So raising the topic on the decline of class amongst black women you would have to agree or disagree to whether or not there has been a decline and to me there has been. Black women, those particularly of a darker hugh, have gotten the short end of the stick for as long as I can remember(and I’m only 25 lol). I’m sure i’m not alone on this seeing that we all have heard this from many other sources. As black women we don’t look like everyone else, we share our own qualities but yet if you are of a darker hugh and you don’t have that exotic look to you, or an ethnicity that’s not in your background you are not the “ideal beauty” in the worlds eyes.
The black women to me has had to face a ginormous amount of life events that has traumatized her mentally, emotionally and even in some cases physically, forcing us to forget who we are and who we belong to, stunting our growth and for a lot of us not allowing us to live up to our fullest potential. Not to mention centries ago, having their black men ripped from their homes beaten and killed. All of that was a great attempt to break the black womens spirit and it worked. That act of killing a black womens spirit has been carried over to today, plus more and more added on negative life experiences, continuing that same act of breaking that spirit that allows the black women to survive, thrive and achieve today.
Why do I mention broken spirits asscociated with the decline of class?
When a black women looses her spirit she forgets who she is and who she belongs to. What spirit is this? It’s a spirit of love and that has spirit been transformed into fear and self hate. Broken spirits through heartaches and trauma brings on the lack of self love or even the lack of knowledge about how to love oneself. That lack makes the black women look for love in outside sources and a lot of the time we look in unhealthy sources, bad friendships, work, bad relationships, food, drugs and the worst of all television and social media. These things continue to cloud up the mental space we need to tap into our true selves, and they pull us further away from the internal work that needs to be done in ourselves.
In todays world, I feel the black woman has really lost the standard for herself because of the worldly image we feel we have to achieve. A lot of us are made to believe we have to look like her or do what they are doing on tv so we can receive the same attention. Attention based beauty. How many people can see you, compliment you and to give you your title to make you feel beautiful. Beauty has been centered around who’s looking at you, what they are thinking about you, how they feel about you and as black women and people in general that’s what stops us from seeing how beautiful we really are. Putting on less clothes, more hair weaves, getting injections of any sort, and more makeup, it is all designed for people (and i’m speaking of the black women in particular) to live in a fake world, hiding what’s really going on in the inside. Fake illsusions to gain power and followers.
Growing up I was that black girl that struggled in my black girlness. I was darker than everyone else, I looked completely different than everyone else, especially going to an all-white School. I wore relaxed hair, stuffed my bra, and wanted to live how everybody else was living and look the same way. My mom would say “you can’t be like everybody else, they are not going where you are going“, and I finally understand what she meant by that. I was not made to follow behind someone elses beautiful, I was made to be my own kind of beautiful and influence others to do the same. The best thing I ever did for myself was entering into the beauty industry, growing inside of it and still growing, i’ve gotten a glimpse of what my beauty is capable of, not just by my looks but by who I am on the inside.
Having class I believe means you are holding up a certain maturity, integrity, discipline, and virtue about yourself. I don’t believe it’s wrong using the beauty enhancements they have out there, I believe it’s wrong using them to make you who you are. I live for the day when the black women sorts out her inner issues with God’s help, waking up one morning and stands in the mirror with no enhancements and looks at herself in admiration and in love. Checking out out all her flaws, blemishes, curves, hair and seeing herself, her real self. Realizing she doesn’t need men or people to define who is, not following what the world says she is but who God says she is. I’m happy we have women like Gabrielle Union, Sanaaa Lathan, Oprah and Taraji P Henson. These are the type of women you want your daughters to learn from and your boys to sought after. These people are keys to bringing up our black women and raising the bar of real class and beauty and If I could be just a link with them, then to God be all the glory. 🙏
May God bless you on your journey to finding you.
Spread Love ❤