I can't get out of my mind a post written earlier this week by my new friend over at A Thorn Among Roses. She and her husband are the proud parents of four beautiful girls, including two they adopted--an adorable little chocolate girlpie named Jada, and a vanilla sugar cookie named Brooke. In her post, Sadness, ATAR recounts how Jada told her the other day that she doesn't like her brown skin and she wants "peach skin like Brookie." Of course, this totally freaked ATAR out because the last thing she wants is for her African American daughter to hate the skin she's in. This, indeed, is a common struggle for all of us moms charged with ushering chocolate girlpies into adulthood with their self-esteem intact--particularly in a society that puts such incredible stock in perpetuating unrealistic beauty standards that never, ever seem to embrace the wonders of brown girls. We've got our work cut out for us, that's for sure.
I'm so happy that ATAR instinctively understood how important it is to make sure that Jada appreciates her beautiful chocolate self (and equally impressed that Brooke insisted that God got Jada's coloring right the first time!). The video I've posted here, of India Arie singing an acoustic version of her song "Beautiful Flower," is dedicated to little Jada and all the little chocolate girlpies who should know what I make a point of telling my daughters every single day:
You are beautiful like a flower
More valuable than a diamond
You are powerful like a fire
You can heal the world with your mind
There is nothing in the world that you can not do
When you believe in you.