Anyway, all of this has been on my mind lately. I have no doubt in my mind that Black women collectively believe in ourselves, but I am having a difficult time figuring out whether we are (for the most part) lying to ourselves about being confident and loving everything we’ve got, from our toes to the last real hair on our heads or is someone else pulling the strings in this puppet play tentatively titled “Tyler Perry Presents The Makings of a Real Black Woman: Curvy and Confident.”
I have asked myself, what do a bunch of somewhat connected magazines, blogs, and news sites (that recycle this info) have to gain from these type of studies and stories, outside of a temporary increase in unique page views and some of the “My Black is Beautiful” advertising money? And at the same time, what the hell are we lying for? Because if our collective comments on these topics meant anything, it would be that we are not fooling anyone… we do not really like ourselves that much. From the continual shade I see on twitter against our sistren, the attacks on our personhood, and the self-loathing sessions even I have participated in with my girlfriends, I know that we do not completely hate ourselves, but loving is not the perfect word to describe the relationship either.
