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Black Girl, Broken Mirror: Overcoming the War with My Reflection has officially dropped!
This is more than a book—it’s a heartfelt journey of healing, self-discovery, and truth. If you’ve ever struggled with self-image, or want to understand Body Dysmorphic Disorder (BDD) through the lens of Black identity and culture, this is a story that speaks directly to the heart.
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A heartfelt thank you 💖
To everyone who has followed my journey, supported me with kind words, and shown interest in Black Girl, Broken Mirror — thank you from the bottom of my heart. Writing this book was an act of healing and courage, and every single purchase means the world to me. If you haven’t yet, I’d be so grateful if you’d head over to Amazon and grab your copy. Your support not only helps me continue this mission, but it also helps raise awareness about Body Dysmorphic Disorder within our community.
Every share, every purchase, every review — it all matters. Thank you for believing in me. Let’s keep breaking the silence, one page at a time. 📚 Now available on Amazon: 👉 https://amzn.eu/d/hFwtCTq
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Chapter 1:
Chapter 2:
Chapter 3:
Chapter 4:
The Roots of Body Dysmorphic Disorder in My Life
My mother’s hand was cupped on my nose, pressing and reshaping it. She meant no harm. She believed she was helping me avoid a “broad nose.” But with every press, she unknowingly sent a message to my unconscious mind: “I wasn’t beautiful as I was”
The Roots of Well-Meaning Words
“Children possess such purity, and it's crucial that we transform the dialogue used in our homes. Let's adopt language that strengthens our mentality and fosters an appreciation for our strong afro hair” (Sheila Paul)
Lessons from the Water
So, I scrubbed. I scrubbed until my skin hurt, until the water felt heavy with my own desperation. But no matter how much I tried; I remained the same. The water never changed me. Looking back now, I realised something: it was never my skin that needed to be washed away, it was the belief that I wasn’t enough (Sheila Paul, aged 6)
My Bully is Born
“And that’s when my mind broke, and my bully was born. My head injury wasn’t just a physical wound, it was the spark that unleashed something far more sinister, more destructive. The hidden insecurities that had been buried deep within my subconscious mind came rushing to the surface, louder and sharper than ever before” (Sheila Paul, aged 10)
Chapter 20:
Final Reflection
The first step of enlightenment is to lighten up on yourself.
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