The Sun Is Out, And I Am not Afraid
Winter is finally over. It’s 7:30 p.m. as I’m typing this, and the soft rays of the sun are enriching my skin.
The recent appearance of the sun has lead me to spend more time outside–napping, hanging out with friends, or relaxing.
These days the warm sun, and its gift of a nice tan, are welcoming, unlike the days during middle school when I would stay inside or wear long sleeves to avoid my skin getting darker.
If only I’d embraced then the beauty of melanin rich skin. Or if I’d known the things exposure to the sun can do for your mood, skin, and overall health.
I’m at peace with that part of my life now because I love my blackness and everything that comes with it–the color, lips, strength, and history. I could go on and on about why I love to be black, but I’ll leave that for another post.
So here’s to standing in the sun (no, not a Scandal reference). Here’s to the summer, and the color that my ancestors fought hard to be held in high regard.
Photo credit: Micolo J