I am a black beautiful African girl, I am on the plump side probably because for me now the word diet doesn't exist... I don't have perfect teeth but i have a perfect smile... I am alot goofy, way too cheeky, atleast that's what i'm told (Gloria oba you meant my big cheeks, hmmmm). I am basically just your run-of-the-mill average, not so average girl.
However before i was all the above, before i accepted myself, i was a mess, both physically and emotionally and thats what this post is about, self esteem and how it affects us, rather how low esteem affected me.
Growing up, i was just your normal everyday girl.. However when i hit puberty, i started seeing all these novels, magazines and movies all of which clearly defined what beauty was and it was; clear skin, thin bodies, tiny waist, perfect face and oh maaaan the perfection of these ladies, you just couldn't compare or compete. I think, though, it was all designed in a way to make you want to be like those ladies. And the fact that I couldn't measure up to such standards of beauty made me feel like there was something wrong with me.
