Adaptation or Self-Destruction

Howdy! On my post yesterday I began a tiny rant about how people treat interracial relationships since I’m a card-carrying member of the “I Love Outside of My Race” club. It’s a somewhat frustrating existence, and frankly it’s only because I’m way too damn observant for my own good. Sigh.

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I never grew up thinking I was beautiful. I couldn’t recall a time my parents told me I was, but it was vastly unimportant. I was told I was creative and smart and funny and these were the qualities I wanted to build upon in my youth.

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