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Feminine Transitions at #EssenceFest

I am more than happy to announce that Feminine Transitions will be included in the Essence Music Festival this year.  It takes place in New Orleans, LA from July 3-6, 2014. This means…it starts today.

Whether you have plans to attend or know someone who will be attending, please share this blog post. It will be available at the bookstore beside the EmpowerU Stage. Pick up a copy for yourself and/or a gift for a special someone.

Find out more at www.Essence.com/Festival. Thanks in advance for your support!

Blessings,

Alyscia

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Have You Ever Dreamed?

Bubbles Beyond Borders, a global campaign to support the dreams of women around the world, launches on August 16th, 2014.

To become a team leader in your state or province, contact Bubbles Beyond Borders. I will be leading the Maryland Campaign and would love to have many hands.

Join individuals, organisations and activists who will take to the streets on August 16th at 1pm local time to blow bubbles for a powerful purpose – to pledge an action in support of girls and women’s rights and dreams around the world. Why bubbles?

•the right to respect
•the right to an innocent childhood
•the right to an education
•the right to express themselves
•the right to independence
•the right to choose their own partners
•the right to equal pay
•the right to protection under the law
•the right to vote, and participate in government

Please get involved and help us take this to the next level!

You can participate NOW by taking a photo of yourself or your daughter, granddaughter, neice and/or friends blowing bubbles with a short written description of your dreams and post it on Bubbles Beyond Borders.

Please support our work by sharing posts using #bubblesbeyondborders and liking the Facebook page. There is also a list of things you can do to help and a list of ideas for a pledge.

Please share this post with everyone you know!

Resilience

Resilience

When my mom suffered a stroke at the age of 25 I was only 2. I honestly do not have any memories of her without it. One thing I say about my mom is she is resilient. Her stroke left her paralyzed on the left side of her body yet she still drove, cooked our family traditional Trinidadian food (not a quick process), ironed our clothes and walked very fast without her cane (especially when coming after us for something we did wrong). Seeing my moms determination really didn’t give me a choice but to develop the same character. She had no excuses and neither do I. I give thanks for my mom for showing me true strength.

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Daddy, Tell Me I’m Beautiful

Growing up, my household was far from perfect. As a matter of face, my family fit the category of a dysfunctional family. My parents experienced certain challenges in the childhood causing them to be a product of their environment.

It wasn’t until I get older that I appreciated, despite my father circumstances due to his upbringing, that he planted a seed of self-assurance within me which I believe helped me throughout my life. My father also encouraged me to honor my feelings, always seemed to understand and relate to my intuition/spiritual experiences, told me that I must tolerate nothing less than respect and wholeheartedly love who I am…Unapologitically me.

Let me take you back…

I remember as a little girl, putting a towel on my head and feeling, in that moment, that I a had beautiful long hair. It felt good. (I know some of you reading this now did the same. It was one of those things that many little brown girls did.)

Although my dad would let me be in that moment, he would gently tell me my hair is thick and beautiful and go on saying that many women wished they had hair like mine.

4 year old Alyscia
This is me when I was 4.

In all honestly, despite my fathers had good intention, I didn’t feel as pretty as he told me. It was difficult seeing myself pretty when I didn’t witness little girls that looked like me on high platforms. Although my father pumped “beautiful” in my head, the media, my classroom and society in general was a impact on my self-esteem.

At the age of 11 and feeling a boost of self-confidence, my Aunty told me something that crumbled my self-love. While transitioning through puberty, and a face full of pimples, she looked me in the middle of my eyes and said, with her distinct Trinidadian accent, “Yuh gettin ugly.” I wrote about it in the introduction of my book, Feminine Transitions.

Though that one statement affected me for a few years, because of my fathers influence I grew out of that perception.

If I had not the significant voice at home to assure me of my beauty, there is no doubt that my journey self-awareness would have been much more challenging.

My fathers words, assuring me that I was beautiful just as I am (speaking completely against any enhancements, including make-up, chemical changes to my hair, and medical alterations) stuck with me, even throughout my adult life.

I clearly remember when I started getting attention from boys, and feeling nonchalant when they complimented me. Of course it felt good and I appreciate it, but in all truth their flattery didn’t phase me. It never went to my head. Why? I already knew it because I’ve been praised for as long as I can remember by the most important male figure in my life…my dad.

Can you imagine the walking confidence of a woman that was always told, by her dad as a little girl, that she is beautiful?

I was that little girl…one of them as I am sure we are many. Unfortunately, our stories are not told. Society tends to get too caught up with what we lack… fatherless daughters and sons…

I pay respect to the fathers doing their job!

(Oprah, I’m feeling this topic on Lifeclass coming. Let’s make it happen.)

I truly believe that if we had more dads telling their daughters (and son’s lets not forget them) they are beautiful just as they are, we will build generations of radiating confidence. Maybe even better relationships as people wouldn’t feel the need to cover up who they really are.

As Michael Baisden said, “Stop introducing your representative and introduce yourself.” That’s well said Michael.

The same goes for mom’s and their daughters. If our children do not hear it from us, they will simply seek approval elsewhere.

The reality is my dad and I do not have the best father daughter relationship. It simply is what it is. Regardless, I give Jack his jacket. He has instilled something within me that is powerful beyond measure. Certainty.

To my dad…thank you!

Me and my dad
Me and my dad in 1995.

Daddy’s…tell your daughter she is beautiful. You will awaken her soul.

Did your daddy tell you that you were beautiful? Is there a difference in a womans’ love for self who grew up with a father as compared to one who did not? To dig a little deeper, when a father often tells his little girl that she is beautiful, does she develop a more positive self-esteem than the little girl who was never told this by her father? Please share your experience.

*Posted originally at The Girl God blog http://thegirlgod.blogspot.com/2014/05/daddy-tell-me-im-beautiful-by-alyscia.html

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