Once again, my bestie, the IG algorithm, pulled through with a much-needed reality check. (In a way, it’s like when you call your best friend when you’re mad and she tells you what you need to hear to feel better.) When I really needed it, my Explore Page was flooded with Black, beauty-positive posts of Afros that could touch the sky, acrylic nail sets with different colors on each finger, and lash extensions long enough to question if they could even see. I finally asked: “Why should I feel embarrassed about being myself?”
