My Body, My Image, My Soul, That’s Me

I am so beautiful, sometimes people weep when they see me. And it has nothing to do with what I look like really, it is just that I gave myself the power to say that I am beautiful, and if I could do that, maybe there is hope for them too. And the great divide between beautiful and the ugly will cease to be, because we are all what we choose.
I for one am not a mistake, neither am I a problem o be solved. Best believe I discovered this the moment I developed the desire to stop banging my head against the wall of shaming and caging and fearing myself.
Look at me now, look at me back then, see the vast difference in me, inside and out. Has it changed the Buhle written on my forehead? (Zibuze-Ask yourself). Certainly not. Mind you an image of a real African woman comes in all shapes and sizes.

Yes I have been called unpleasant names, yes I have experienced defamation of character many a time, yes I’ve been manipulated, tortured verbally, physically and emotionally but I still stand because of my boldness, my courage to overlook these stumbling blocks and empty vessels. Big secret, that’s my unique way, or rather my own special remedy to eliminate parasites of my shoulders.

Many look at me left, right and centre, up down, down up trying to figure out who am I, to top it up making their own dubious conclusions about the real me forgetting that even if you so strain your neck by moving it in all directions, if you so strain your brain with mind battling issues, the only way you can get to know me is by running race

I walk up-tall with my head held up high with a smile on my face clearly turning a deaf ear to all the negativity around me because as an individual I strong believe that confidence is the sexiest thing a woman can have. It is much more sexier than any body part. Don’t hate me for being me, do the same. My inner strength, my peaceful soul, my ability to accept my imperfections have built me and today I am proud to say you can throw me to the wolves and I’ll come back leading the pack

Only I can define who I am, what I do, where I am from and where I am headed. How people interpret my degree of sexiness is out of my mind. Remember nature did not need an operator to be beautiful, it just was………………………………….