All my life, men have told me I wasn’t pretty enough – even the men I was dating. And I’d be like, ‘Well, why are you with me, then?’ It’s always been men putting me down just like my dad. To this day when someone says I’m cute, I can’t see it. I don’t see it no matter what anybody says.
I think, when you’re great, not everyone’s going to give you your props, and you can’t really worry about that. In my eyes, I’m still climbing. I’m still taking myself to the next levels in my career, and that’s fine with me. When it’s time for my rewards, I will get them.
I have low self-esteem and I always have. Guys always cheated on me with women who were European-looking. You know, the long-hair type. Really beautiful women that left me thinking, ‘How I can I compete with that?’ Being a regular black girl wasn’t good enough.
