
beYOUtiful: HARMONIZING YOUR SELF ESTEEM & MENTAL HEALTH
Twelve. Age twelve was the first time that I was bullied for the color of my skin. I clearly remember running back home from the bus stop evening after evening and crying to my mother until all of the energy was drained out of my body. Even though I do not have many memories of my middle and high school years anymore, the ones that I do never tug at my happy heartstrings. Instead, they bring back daunting memories of the racial trauma that I constantly faced back then. That’s