I've swam down to the seabed of my person. And I have found vanity. I swam past toxic white supremacist beauty ideals, I swam past the burden of western femininity. I found pure admiration for my physical body. Not cause my ass is fat. It is. Not because my skin is clear and soft. It is. It is not because of the wonderful shape of my eyes. They are wonderful. It is because this canvas is soo African. I see the west Africans that came before me. And I can't help but admire my reflection. This face feels familiar.

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