ou’re beautiful,’—but I couldn’t help feel so insecure, wishing that I had anything but my own body, my own face. It was probably when I went to Carnegie Mellon University. I was suddenly surrounded by like-minded people. There were more Black folks than I had ever known in my life. They were like, ‘It doesn't matter what you know or who your family is—you're Black, you walk in the world Black, and you're amazing, you're beautiful, and you should love yourself.’ Being welcomed by this other part of my identity was what I needed and now I love the fact that my skin is rich with all these different colors. I'm so grateful for what I have, but that came with loving and appreciating myself for other reasons, you know? It was easier to appreciate what I was looking at when I loved myself first. Today, I don't care what anyone else thinks. I move through the world in a way that I'm really proud of.”
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