I just wasted yet another check on magazine subscriptions: Teen Vogue, People, In Style, Essence  Those celebrity tips to get skinny, the plastic surgery ads, look at those models so pretty, thin, and slim.  I wish I could look just like them.  I want that attention.  I want acceptance.  But I can't beat my face or snatch my waist, or look just like Beyoncé. Am I still pretty?  Do you people know what it's like to be attacked? Bashed at? To feel ugly?  Lightskin young African-American woman.  They say my skin is the best skin because it's fair.  I don't believe that yet I still get attacked.  Thanks society and social media, Truth is even if my skin was chocolate, charcoal, fair, I'd be happy. Why? Because I don't care.  Look, this is tearing my people apart. They don't know what they wanna accept as attractive or beautiful. "Bleach this", "Press that", "You need Double D's in the front and back." "Ok nevermind, you can keep the dark hair and curls", "Have an hourglass figure — no! — I want you to be skinny as a stick!"  Oh my gosh, can you people just pick?! Look, this tearing me apart!  Never will I let myself be cut open, stuffed, stripped or tucked. When I can just to take a look in the mirror, not ask society and social media: "Am I pretty?" No longer will I try to be accepted by those fakes. This ice cream flavor wasn't meant for everyone to enjoy anyway.  I will embrace my dark hair, brown eyed, full lipped, thick thighed, fair skinned appearance.  They will not stop me from showing my definition of attractive or beautiful.  I leave you with this.... Be fine with the skin your in, thick or slim, this ism, will never again make you question: "Am I pretty?" Because who cares what they think. Your flaws are flawless. Embrace it. Take it and face it.  Because never again will they make me and you my black sisters, make us feel like we are not attractive or beautiful.