A Black Girl's Guide to Finding Happiness Within

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"Your story is what you have, what you will always have. It is something to own."

Michelle Obama

  • Latoya Settles

Dear Little Brown Girl

I pray that you have a momma and poppa that comb your hair.

I pray that your curls grow wild, bold, and free.

And no matter what John or David or Mr. Roberts says,

You feel as beautiful as God made you.

I pray that you smile as big and bright as the sun

And laugh wholeheartedly.

Sweet little brown girl

I pray momma teaches you about the birds and the bees.

That you learn early about the dangers of trusting just any man with your treasures.

I pray you love the warm chocolate skin you live in

And be brave enough to tell Sarah or Becky or Tyrone to fuck off

When they compare you to anything less than the queen poppa’s preparing you to be

Dear little brown girl,

Love yourself.

Every bit of you.

No matter what anyone else says

Because I love you and God loves you

And I’ll always be praying for you.


My name is Latoya, and like this blog, I am a work in progress. *So please be patient with me.*

Surviving: My Twenties was created as a way for me to share my story. The struggles, the insecurities, the love (and heartbreak), and everything else in between. My hope for this blog is to empower women (and men) to tell their stories and encourage people to live in their truth, as I'm trying to live in mine.

I read somewhere that you find inner peace when you face your challenges instead of running away from them. So here I am,  trying like hell to find and keep some inner peace.  

    - L.S.


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