Who Is Carrie Rose?

Ugly BLACK Girl

The things I would get picked on about growing up, are the same things people compliment me on today. Those are the things I have grown to love most about myself. 

Growing up, kids would make fun of my big smile and jumbled up teeth. Now, I love my smile and people say it makes them feel good. Kids made fun of my dark skin, calling me names like blacky, tar-baby, toast, coal, midnight, etc. I remember how they would pass notes around the classroom laughing. By the time the note would make its way to me, I would be overwhelmed with humility only to open up the note to see a big black spot, scribbled in black crayon, with an arrow pointing at it saying, “My name is Carrie.” 

I have to admit, it definitely wasn’t easy back then. All I wanted, was for people to accept me and treat me kind. I couldn’t understand why the kids were so mean to me. Those events had given me a complex about myself. I felt so insecure and my self-esteem was basically non-existent. 

Over time, a long time......like, I had already reached adulthood, I learned to love myself. Although, that was a rough time in my childhood, I’m grateful to have experienced it. It shaped me into the person I am today. I’m proud to say, these days, I love my dark skin and larger than life smile!!

~ Itz All Rosey

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