Write a story about a young black girl asking her white mother why does society think black women are ugly
Once upon a time, in a small, colorful neighborhood, lived a bright and curious young girl named Aaliyah. Aaliyah had big dreams and an even bigger heart. She lived with her white mother, Sarah, who had adopted her when she was just a baby. Aaliyah loved her mother deeply, and they shared countless laughter and special moments together.
One sunny afternoon, while the two were baking cookies in the kitchen, Aaliyah began to notice something that had been bothering her for a while. As she decorated the cookies with vibrant sprinkles, her mind wandered back to the videos and pictures she saw online, the conversations she overheard in school, and the way some kids talked about beauty.
"Mom," Aaliyah suddenly asked, her voice serious and soft, "why does it seem like people think black women are ugly?"
Sarah paused, her hands covered in flour, and looked down at Aaliyah. The question hung heavy in the air, a question many avoid but that Aaliyah needed to ask. Aaliyah’s big, curious eyes were filled with a mixture of confusion and hurt, and Sarah felt a wave of emotion wash over her.
"Aaliyah," she began gently, kneeling down to meet her daughter's gaze. "That’s a tough question, but it’s an important one. Sadly, society has a very long history of favoring certain types of beauty over others. People often judge by the color of someone's skin, their hair texture, or other features instead of what makes someone truly beautiful."
Aaliyah furrowed her brows, her brow wrinkling in thought. "But that's not fair, Mom! Everyone is beautiful in their own way. I see beauty in my friends, in you, in Grandma, in everyone!"
“Yes, sweetheart, and you are absolutely right,” Sarah said, her heart swelling with pride at her daughter’s understanding. “Beauty is so much more than what we see on the outside. It’s about kindness, intelligence, passion, and strength. It's about how we treat others and how we feel about ourselves.”
Aaliyah thought about this for a moment. "But why do some people only see skin color? It feels like they are missing so much!"
"You're wise beyond your years, Aaliyah," Sarah said, brushing a stray curl behind her daughter's ear. “Sometimes people can be unaware or unkind because of how they were raised or the things they’ve seen. It’s our job to educate and uplift each other. You have so much beauty within you—your laughter, your creativity, and your love for others. That is what makes you special.”
“But is there something that I can do?” Aaliyah asked, her brow still creased in concern.
“Absolutely," Sarah encouraged, her eyes sparkling. “You can celebrate who you are and spread that love wherever you go. Talk to your friends about beauty in all its forms. Share art, stories, and experiences that showcase how diverse and wonderful we all are. You can be a voice for others and remind them that everyone deserves to feel beautiful.”
Aaliyah was starting to feel a sense of power building inside her. "I want to do that, Mama! I want people to know how amazing they are!"
With joy in her heart, Sarah hugged Aaliyah tightly. "That’s the spirit! Remember, beauty is not confined to any standard; it’s found in every corner of the world, and it’s our differences that make it so rich and vibrant."
As they returned to baking cookies, Aaliyah imagined a future where every girl—black, white, or otherwise—felt beautiful and strong. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating the kitchen in a golden glow, as mother and daughter harmonized their laughter in a dance of love and understanding. Together, they decided to make cookies shaped like hearts, spreading sweetness and acceptance, one delicious treat at a time, knowing that the world would be a better place when everyone embraced their own unique beauty.