The Selfie-Reflection of Saraa Bartman

To you it's just a selfie. A self reflection of who you want to be, who you are trying to be, who you strive to be. Where your emotions resides, where your heart lies. You want to be noticed. Tired of feeling so invisible with your clothes on, so you decide to strip off a layer or two just to be seen. Therefore it goes beyond just taking a picture, standing slightly nude, but your soul is naked, it's open.
Although to the world, your selfie is a representation. Being categorized and put in social circles without your own consent all because of a few "thirst trap" selfies. Although it isn't to blame them; for society has it's own imperfections to point the fingers at flaws of divine beings, although we have forgotten that we are that, divine. However the layers of confidence we shed becomes the clothing of others' satisfaction to judge, and yet we wonder why we have a desire to be socially accepted.
Saraa Bartman, a sister who saw her reflection, who knew of her self worth, who knew her history had her CONFIDENCE, her LIVELIHOOD stripped FROM her divinity. Being used as a "freak show" because of her vivacity African body, with breast of bountiful curves, hips of vast, and a behind that was abounding and lavish. Her dignity was stolen taken and cannot be restored. But us, who are the daughters of Saraa Bartman, can give her the honor to at least not give ourselves up. To not be the walking freak shows of the generation, and to clothe ourselves in Righteousness and Divine Power.