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Hypocrisy of the Natural Community?


When a female posts a revealing picture on social media or dresses revealing in public there are two sides to the opinion chart. There are those who believe the female is an attention seeker and doesn't value herself and there is another side that believes she is brave and confident in her own skin. Now there is another side when you flip it over which is the side of the natural community who believes that when a female who doesn't wear her natural hair or 'natural looking protective styles' and dresses revealing she has no self worth and lacks knowledge of self. On the other hand if a female dresses in the same manner but has her natural hair on display and is out in the midst of nature she is an empress and proud of her roots.

Maybe I am forgetful but when I was growing up an empress always took pride in how she carried herself. She was always well groomed and always fully clothed in her traditional dress and clothed with knowledge of her roots. Now a days the term empress is thrown out to females who decide to jump on and throw on an African headband. We are all created as queens but many of us are far removed from what it means to be a queen. If you are going to accept a woman for being naked once she appears to be natural then accept those for being naked despite their choice of hairstyles. What is most importance is the knowledge that she has of her roots, her spiritual state of mind and her willingness to continually grow in knowledge.

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