"Beauty is not caused. It is." I'm a little in shock. This "me" is not the same girl I remember growing up with. Little Ashleigh wanted be fair or light skinned, have straight hair, light eyes, a sexier frame -- anything else because no one "beautiful" was like me: a skinny, brown bundle of curls. It was (and at times still is) the most difficult thing I've ever dealt with. I spent so many years on the wrong side of myself. Things are different now. Through friendship, love and maturity I see past perception, I see myself. I'm not always stunning, my mom still jumps at the sight of me fresh from sleep, but I see it now. I believe my black is beautiful.