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I Am What I Am

Tasha BranhamI’ve decided to be a little transparent with this one. So, here goes.

In my adult life, I have met so many women that have shared similar experiences. My life, in itself, is a story. I can’t share it all today but I wanted to let you all in.

I love our followers. Each and every one of them. Even though I have not met many of you face to face, we all are on a journey together.

I am many things. A wife, mother, follower of Christ, friend, wanna be chef, an entrepreneur. Most people see me and think that I have so much going on. They admire where I am in life and where I am going. That’s wonderful! I am thankful of the things that I have had to endure in life because I feel like they’ve made me a better person. They have shaped the woman that I am today. A woman of strength, confidence and courage!

I would like to re-introduce myself.

My name is LaTasha Branham. I prefer Tasha. All of my life, I’ve been referred to as the tall, skinny, black girl with long hair. I was never anyone’s first preference. As a matter of fact, I never had a lot of friends. I was even bullied throughout school. I hated my skin color. Every guy that I ever liked was never interested in me. I was always “cool” but never date-able. All of the guys I liked seemed to like the girls with the lighter skin. Most of these girls also had curly hair. Let me re-phrase that, “good hair.”

Oh, how I longed to have this curly hair. I wanted my skin to be lighter so bad. I hated the way I looked. I was lanky, and skinny. No curves. Ever. None. Even though I used to eat a lot, I always got ridiculed for being skinny. Like, it was my fault. Like I chose it. Like I could help it. And believe me, I tried! I could eat as much most adults but, I couldn’t win. My metabolism was just too high.

I was an artistic kid. Slightly weird. Like, psychedelic weird….cowboy boots weird…mix matched clothes weird. I never really fit in anywhere. Even though I tried. I wanted to be down with the sistas at my school so bad. The popular kids. We couldn’t afford most of the name brand stuff so I was never best dressed or anything. I wasn’t considered “black” enough so the sistas at my school wouldn’t give me the time of day. I was shy and introverted. The other popular kids didn’t even notice me. I spent years of my childhood wandering on the playground alone without anyone to hang with.

I had major esteem issues! On top of being tall and skinny, I had huge feet. Ugh! Just the absolute worst! I spent many years of my teenage and college life chasing after guys that I wanted attention from. Giving my time, attention and emotions to guys that didn’t deserve me. It was a mess! I was a mess! Truly!

Not until my adult years did something in me change. I decided in October of 2007 that I wanted to chop off my relaxed hair. The hair that I was known for. My unhealthy shedding, dandruff-y hair. I wanted it gone. All gone. I honestly don’t know what inspired me to do so. I would have to say that it was God. I didn’t pray about it or anything. It was just something that I felt I needed to do.

*Enter the big chop*

It took a few months but the transformation was amazing!

No longer was I embarrassed that I actually like to read. I embraced the fact that I prefer big band jazz from the 40s versus R&B and rap. So what if my clothes don’t match. Yes, I wear pearls. No, I don’t watch TV. I do care about the environment. I am a woman of faith. I am whimsical. I am not fierce. I don’t like make up. I love documentaries. I don’t drink Kool-Aid. I do have freckles, and lots of them. I do enjoy researching pointless facts. My favorite subject is history. I hate neon colors. I get excited about birds and colorful socks. I am me. This is me. I am what I am. I am who I am. Yes, I am brown skinned. No my hair doesn’t curl. It coils. It’s frizzy. Wash and go’s don’t work for me. I don’t have a curl pattern. I can’t brush it. Or comb it. It shrinks. Badly.

I found myself while on my natural journey!…and I make no apologies about it!

I want to speak to those women who have been looked over, over looked and pushed to the side. The woman that has been picked last and picked on and made to feel that she is something other than who and what she is.

Be proud of who you are. We often stress and obsess over things about ourselves that we don’t have the power or ability to change. Embrace your hair, your body and your skin! Every woman is created uniquely and individually!

Individuality is a beautiful thing! MILK + HONEY is here to start a movement of women who love who they are and embrace every aspect of who they were created to be! We come in all colors, shapes and sizes and we will embrace every kink, coil, nap, curl and wave!

I am me. This is me. I am what I am. I am who I am.

Join the movement!