Where am I from?

I am from Africa. The land where natural resources are endless, we feed the world for centuries and counting. Where we find organic fruits and vegetables. Africa has 54 (55 including Morocco which is not part of the African Union) recognized countries each having a variety of cultures and even ethnicity as well as religions yet we live in harmony regardless of our differences(only a few countries are exceptions to this). In Africa our definition of beauty is not with size but with personality, your good manners and generosity go a long way in the society.

Majority are either religious or spiritual since we all believe in a higher power. We are naturally creative and have so many talents that are yet to be discovered. We look up to the foreign continents when in reality we have more than most of the foreign countries, we have been deprived of our rights with all the never ending exploitation yet just like a Phoenix we are still rising above it all. We value family and our roots. 

Where children are not forced nor expected to move out when they're "of age", they have an option to Move out or stay home. They work hard to invest in their lives and contribute to the household, they can move out when they're ready to start their own families. We believe in reserving our nature and keeping it as green as we can despite the foreign influences. We believe in our continent, we believe in our countries and though many would aspire to live abroad, there are also many of us that would rather stay home and build... I'm one of them. I am an African from Tanzania and I'll forever be proud to claim my continent. 

The mystical creatures of Mainstream media.

How do you expect a woman who has let herself define and reduce her beauty to just looks, and by looks I mean the amount of colored liquid paste and dry powder to cover her "imperfections" as she claims as if those "imperfections" are not the things that differentiate her from other people, as if those "imperfections" are not a part of her, as if those "imperfections" cannot be loved, as if "imperfections" are only limited to looks. How do you expect a woman that cannot leave her house without looking almost identical to the mainstream media women respect your definition of beauty? , respect your decision not to follow the unrealistic trends, how do you expect her to be real with you when she can't be real with herself? How can you count on her? How can she not look down on you when you haven't got your face "beat for the Gods" 24/7? More importantly, how do you expect her to love you beyond your looks when she doesn't love herself beyond hers?

Sure we all give into the mainstream standards occasionally, but do not be limited in your beautiful because its yours to keep. You are allowed to not feel fabulous at times, you're allowed to walk out in your pajamas to get to that grocery store that sells your favorite comfort snacks, you're allowed to be a mess, you're alowed to walk around bare face, you're allowed not to feel okay, its all part of the "imperfections" that most of us try so hard to hide because the mainstream media says so.