If there’s one thing I’m grateful for very suddenly, is that my mother and family didn’t let me have any fairy tale books with white people in them, white dolls, or even a white jesus in our house. She made sure that I was surrounded by toys that were either animals or dark skinned dolls so that I would always know that I was very beautiful.
I liked my hair best when it was natural or in braids when I was a kid and I thought my chocolate skin was gorgeous. My mom made sure that I knew it was and she made sure that I took care of both my skin and hair. When other kids told me I was “too dark” I would just ignore them because I thought I was the cutest thing on the playground.
Fred Crump Jr was a staple of story time in our house and all the princesses were black with kinky hair or braids. Thank you, Fred Crump Jr, you reiterated what my mother and I already knew about ourselves. You helped me stay confident from the pictures you illustrated in your books when I couldn’t read and fromthe stories you retold when I could. You helped me grow from a little black princess to a gorgeous black queen.
Wherever you are out there, keep making these books so little girls know they’re beautiful chocolate princesses that will grow up to be queens.
This. I love these books as a kid. So grateful my parents had them around the house.