About J-licious

I’ve had several people tease and ask me, ‘where did the ‘licious’ come from’? So, I thought I’ll let any and everyone who might be interested know ‘where I got the ‘licious’ from’. Before I get started on ‘where did the ‘licious’ come from’, I have to give you a lil background information. If you’ve read any of my blog posts, you already know about me and my background information. Got’s to get you up to speed. Now to my background information. I am the child of a mixed racial marriage. And when I say mixed, I mean mixed ALL up. My maternal grandfather is a mixture of American Indian and Caucasian. My maternal grandmother is Filipina. My paternal grandmother is a mixture of American Indian and African American. My paternal grandfather is Ethiopian. Is that a mixture or what?…..LOL

I grew up in Bogalusa, a small Southeastern city in Louisiana. Not only was the city small in size, but also small in mind. Like so many other Southern towns and cities, in the 70′s black was NOT beautiful. Especially if you were brought up in a fair skinned, damn near white skinned family. Because my parents divorced when I was young, my maternal grandparents raised me. And in the home I grew up in, fair skin, straight to wavy (not too curly) hair was in. Who I was, a dark skinned, nappy headed kid, was OUT. I don’t think my grandfather cared one way or the other, but my grandmother cared. Boy did she care. She made sure I knew that who I was, was not acceptable. Now did she love me, of course. She had just been bamboozled into thinking that black and nappy was not beautiful. Now that you have some background info, I can bring you up to speed.

It should not come as a surprise when I tell you that I learned at an early age to ‘stay out of the way’. No one needed to see me. However, I did see myself. I knew I was different. I looked different. I talked different. And I most certainly thought different. Up until my mid-thirties, I thought God had punished me. Not only did he make me ugly, he placed me in a home with all these beautiful people. How could He be so cruel? Perhaps now you are asking, what happened in your mid-thirties. Well here comes the most beautiful part of my post……

I learned to not only accept myself, I learned to love myself. I began to read, pray and meditate for answers. And then I learned to listen for the soft whispers of God’s answers. I began to look in the mirror and repeat over and over again to myself….You are beautiful just the way God created you. Nothing needs to be added and nothing needs to be taken away. Then I began to notice that once I started to accept and love myself, so did others. Now I find myself surrounded by people who see just what I see. Sometimes they see the true essence of who I am even when I can’t and are kind enough to lovingly remind me. There’s the occasional ‘hater’ and I am grateful that they are on their job. Because without them, I may cease to remind myself of who I am.

After all of those years of living in agony about who I THOUGHT I was, I finally realized who I truly AM. I am a beautiful, intelligent, spiritual, funny, caring, loving, sensual, child of God. And so are you. Now it’s your turn to find your ‘licious’. Trust me, it’s there. So even if you have to dig deep, go within and find her/him. Oh yeah, guys have ‘licious’ too.

In Love,

J-licious