Chapter 1TaraI never thought of myself as the type of girl that was amazingly attractive not conventionally that is. I guess you could say I was the type of girl who didn’t care to be. I mean, why would I want to be.?My mother, on the other hand, said that beauty was pain all my life as she combed, braided, hot combed, flat ironed, and permed my hair to perfection. At least it was her idea of perfection anyway. It was one of the few memories I had left of her before she passed from severe liver cancer. She would always say. ‘Baby girl you are beautiful a young black queen in the making and the world is your kingdom to rule as you see fit. But a queen cannot possess just a heart of gold, the courage of a warrior, or tranquility of the ocean alone. She must also look the part to command the respect she deserves so that she may heal and nurture her kingdom.’Back then I always thought of it as my mother’s way of trying to trick dressing up and being more ladylike to fit the perfect l
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