First, I was just playing around, invading mommy's dresser and using the one's I found. Then, as I gazed at myself in the mirror, I realized that I liked what I saw. But I was scared. After all, "dark-skinned girls aren't supposed to wear red lipstick." It just "doesn't look right." Who invented that idea anyway? Why do we continue to embrace it? After being under emotional attack for so long by my own people because of the color of my skin, I'm fearful. How will I walk down the street and endure the looks from everyone's disapproving eyes? How will I bare the sneers and sly comments that slip out of their mouths?
Then I realized, who the hell cares? Why should I reinforce their stigmas and loathsome behavior by denying myself something as simple as red lipstick? Then I realized it wasn't simple for someone like me. It was bold. It was dangerous. It was down right disgusting. As soon as I deviate from normality, I'm at risk. But once again, who cares? I take pride in the fact that I can pull it off. Even if in the eyes of others it seems like I didn't, I was brave enough to try. That's what life is about right? The greatest minds weren't complacent with conformity. They jumped while every sat. Ultimately, they swam while everyone else decided not to learn. They took the risk.
When looked at the mirror, I fell in love. I loved what I saw. My inner goddess is slowly beginning to emerge, and I like what I'm seeing. I'm in love with the person that I have the potential to be. I'm currently experimenting with purple lipstick and I like it so far. Every now and then, I get a bit wary of other thoughts but like stated before, I don't care. Very soon, the glow that surrounds me will be blinding those around me.
