What I Consider Beautiful

©AbigailBadu

Hi Guys,

I'm back. You know that since I just posted about it recently. So what is one thing I want to share?

Well, look at the picture above. It's me. Notice anything different? The smile. I'm laughing as I'm typing this, you guys.

The hair. That's the difference. I've released a lot, and I have let God work on me a lot. Guys as I'm typing this, yes, tears do run, but it feels great. It feels great that after 17 years, America finally sees my hair. No chemicals, just purely me and my hair. And after 4 years (well almost 4 years), I get to share you guys this gift I've been blessed with.

Let give you some background story as to why I made this big change. When I was going junior year, I did some research. I found that the children with my skin tone, my ethnicity, or even descendants of my ethnicity who face complication when it comes to their health such as cancer, who go through treatments such as chemotherapy, when they need something to make them feel socially accepted or even accepted, something isn't really an option for them to look like themselves. (Talk about a ridiculously long sentence.) Not many of us of this said ethnicity allow our hairs to be grown in such a healthy way to pay it forward to them. So I made it a mission: if you can grow it, do it. That's what I would say to myself back to back to back.

Instead of doing a big chop like many women do when they go through this process, I decided to go straight to braiding my hair. I spent about a year or two braiding my hair. Here and there, I would through in wearing weaves, crochet braids, and just anything to grow my natural hair. As my natural hair would grow and the curls would come out more, the damage of perms and chemicals, and the scientifically mutated version of this beauty and luscious set of curls I had been blessed with began to fall off. I started to see more curls.

Now you guys see this. When I took my natural hair out. I did a quick Instagram video. I was scared to because women of my skin tone are not considered professionals or even beautiful (that's the past). Some people find it difficult to accept us because we look different. So to have different textured hair is not okay sometimes, but this journey taught me something.

Beauty is defined by me. What I chose to consider beautiful is for me to define. So let me tell you what I choose to consider beautiful after going through this journey.

I'm touching my curls right now guys. These are all mine. Isn't that awesome? This is what I consider beautiful.

What I consider beautiful is a young lady who despite anything life has thrown at her chooses to stand up strong, fight for other women, and outdo every man at the gym cause she can. That's beautiful to me.

What I consider beautiful is a woman bringing in 11 children, raising them by herself, creating a tribe of people in a country the world has considered third world and leaving a legacy like never before. That's beautiful to me.

What I consider beautiful is a woman who has been given every opportunity to despise others, to despise men, to despise society because society hasn't been fair. But chooses to take one of the very few gifts God has given her, (one of the many gifts God has given her) such as time and serve people who are willing to bash her when they become successful. That's beautiful to me.

What I consider beautiful is a mom despite having a lumbar disk being deformed working, day in a day out, to provide for her two kids. Despite being cheated on and abused, neglected, and abandoned in a country rejects who she is. And she still chooses Christ and love and gives it every person she meets. Now that's beautiful.

What I consider beautiful is the generations of women and men that have come before, that fought for my rights, my liberty, and fought the good fight and have given me this luscious set of curls. This mocha flavored chocolate skin that shines and sparkles when the sun of Africa hits it. This smile is more radiant than any diamond you'll ever uncover. Eyes so big and so passionate, it's almost as if you could see the crucifixion. Love that knows no bounds and judges no other because the DNA has made it so. That is beautiful.

©AbigailBadu

Curls like mine. Skin like mine. Faith like mine. Hope like mine. A nose like mine. A smile like mine. A heart and a soul like mine have been given to me by these examples of beauty.

First displayed when God created all of us. Then redefined when Christ died for all of us. And then solidified through physical representations of every man and woman that has come before me in my genealogy. Now, this is what I consider beautiful.

These curls, this skin, these eyes, this smile...they tell a story. Listen close. You might just miss it. I almost did.

Until next time...

-🌿 Abigail