True Jamaica Beauty

Last week I was looking through the comments on some of the pictures of this years contestants in the Miss Jamaica World competition and it literally drove me to write this today. Who really is the ideal Jamaican beauty? Shouldn't it be a Jamaican woman who is confident and proud to be Jamaican one who is knowledgeable about the history of the nation?. I was baffled by the terms used by some of our Jamaican people, one individual stated "She too black" another stated "She too white and American looking" what does a Jamaican woman look like? Once again I'm left to think that our people have forgotten that our motto is 'Out of Many one People' maybe its time we create a new motto that embodies the new frame of mind that our people are in.
I saw a young lady, dark skinned with unprocessed hair and a comment read,"Now this is a true Jamaican beauty" should I then conclude that lighter skinned women with long hair or women with processed hair aren't true Jamaican beauties? what are we saying to our young women? It's often said that black women are looked down upon in Jamaica and aren't given equal opportunities compared to lighter skinned women. Now the flip side is some lighter skinned women are feeling like outcast. The 'Out of Many' is not materializing in the day to day thinking of our people not to mention the 'One People'. If we have this idea in our head that the true Jamaican beauty is limited to only one skin tone or one hair type then I urge to consider your way of thinking. In my opinion a true Jamaican beauty is one who is able to show the world what Jamaica is all about in everything she does.

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