I woke up like this, flawless.

The skin I'm in.

It took me years, and I mean years to feel comfortable with the skin I was in.  So you will see lots and lots of bare-faced pictures of me, my family, friends and anyone else who allows me to post the beauty of a bare face.  Women of color are given a bonus that we sometimes don't appreciate.  We don't grasp the blessing of skin rich with varying degrees of warmth.  Not foundation in the world can mimic the beauty of natural skin.  NOW, don't get me wrong, I loves me some  make-up and later we will delve into the types and cost of make-up, to enhance and not define your face.  But here I am just waking up from a text (you know who you are) and realizing I love my skin.  It has not always been this way, but I am glad that I have made it, because some people never do.  So here is the challenge, look at your face, really look at it.  Learn the texture, the feel.  Memorize each laugh line, each dark spot (I always look like I have been in a fight. genetics are a bitch sometimes), each mole, each perceived imperfection and accept. Hey, send me a picture of the beautiful you.
We all woke up like this, flawless.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56qgO0C82vY