I step out of the shower with water glistening on my naked body. I reach for a towel drying off the water. I reach for a bottle of my scented lotion and begin rubbing it all over my beautifully smooth legs. My hands then move to my ass making sure it is moisturized as well. I love to touch myself and I take it slow as I rub lotion all over my chocolate body making sure to pay close attention to my large and sexy breasts…
I see myself as the fabulously sexy and sexual woman that I am. When I look in the mirror I see a beautiful dark skinned black woman with beautiful eyes, a high sex drive, kissable lips, and an incredible mind to match.
My husband was immediately attracted to me when he met me, not only because he saw the freaky nympho within and the possibilities that could bring, but because he had a thing for dark-skinned black women.
Yet, because of my dark skin, there are men and women that do not think I am beautiful or sexy.
In turn there were years of my life that I didn't feel so great about myself either.
Growing up I didn’t have the best self-esteem in the world. I didn’t think I was that pretty. As a teenager it was so hard for me to see myself as attractive to anyone.
It all stemmed from the fact that I was a dark skinned black girl. I was swallowed up by one of the long struggle sthat black people have been plagued with for as long as we can remember.
Dark skinned vs. Light skinned.
In my community I was made to feel that being dark skinned was a bad thing.
Growing up being a dark skinned black was very hard. Boys mostly wanted to date the light skinned black girls. They wanted the girls with the lighter skin and hair all down their back. I had neither, and so I felt I wasn’t pretty enough.
I once asked my male friends who were mostly attracted to. They all said that they wanted a light skinned black woman or a Hispanic woman or a white woman.
I felt like I was at the bottom of the barrel.
Now there were people that would tell me that I was pretty. Though it doesn’t help when you say it like this: “You’re really pretty…for a dark skinned black girl.” Pretty much making me feel as if I was inferior to anyone with lighter skin. Being the darker of some of my siblings I was teased for being that way.
My mom (who is ¼ white, ¼ Native American, and ½ black) could not know what I was going through. He had high cheek bones, beautiful hair, and she was light-skinned.
Needless to say I received my color from my dad. My dad used to try and make me feel better about my situation. He would always say to me:
“Don’t worry. The darker the berry the sweeter the juice.”
It didn’t really help me. I still continued to wish every day that I had lighter skin. It also didn’t help that my brothers all began to date white women and make it seem as if dark skinned black women were not pretty enough and too “ghetto” for them.
Now that I am older, I feel different about myself. I’m mature enough to know that beauty is not just on the outside. I feel that I exude my beauty from the inside as well… at least I try every day.
I know that those who have a problem with my dark skin are really missing out.
Beauty and sexiness goes deeper than skin…or race.
And like I said before…I’m pretty fucking HOTT and my juice is pretty fucking sweet!!!