Growing up, I was never really secure with myself. I had acne. I was always the “little black gay kid” and growing up in a predominately white community it was sometimes really hard being the “only” black in social settings. When I went home, I was always too “white” for the blacks” and when I went to school I was surprisingly too “black” for the whites.”

As you can see it was a never-ending battle. I thought that I was someone else, then maybe I would be happy. I wished for better skin. I wished for better eyes. I wished for better parents and I ultimately wished to not to be who God has taken so much time to create.

I had to realize that I’m here for a reason, and He made all my flaws and features for a reason. One day I looked in the mirror and I saw why God made me, me. I mean, of course, I also looked in the mirror and thought “omg why do I look so good?”

He made my weird personality because sometimes people have huge Magnolia tree branches up their butts and I somehow make everyone feel comfortable. He made my valley girl voice because he knew that I belong in Beverly Hills apart of the cast of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.

He made my hyena laugh because he knew that my life makes other people laugh. He made my 5’3 height because he knew that outfits would look way cuter on me. He made my teeth beautiful and bold because he knew that my smile would be my staple.

He made my skin dark because he knew that “the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice” would fit perfectly into my Myspace bio one day. He made my mom my best friend because he knew that one day she will be gone but we will always have great memories together. He made everything about me for A REASON. That’s something that all of us as people have to reason. One day you’ll find the good in the bad like I did because BEING YOU IS GREAT BABY!