I grew up living with my maternal grandmother. I was never praised by my mother's family, and even achievements that should be seen as positive were ignored. “You didn’t do more than you had to,” they said. And I heard almost every day that I was ugly, stupid and useless. To make it even cooler, the only celebrity who had features similar to me in that remote past was the Brazilian actress Cristina Pereira, and I didn't see anything beautiful about her. Possibly because I didn't see anything beautiful about myself after hearing so much that I was ugly. Looking today, I might think the actress Mayara Magri looked like me at the time. She was beautiful. But I didn't think I was beautiful, so I didn't see this similarity.
It's hard to single out a single cruel thing from my past. I think that bombarding a creative and initiative child with criticism is very cruel, but it is an attitude of weak people, who see girls as dolls. In fact, they dressed me as if I were a doll. To this day, I hate clothes full of ruffles and ribbons for that reason. I prefer a tomboy image than a doll image. My style flirts more with androgyny than with the image of a romantic girl. Even when I wear fluid and delicate dresses, I break the romanticism with heavy boots or other style resources. I don't identify 100% with female stereotypes. And I feel perfectly comfortable in a female body.
The treatment of boys was different. I played with them and realised their privileges. None of my brothers or my cousin worked when they were kids. I did. And that's the smallest of differences. They respected me while those who used to disrespect me were female figures. This way, I have an easier time cultivating male friendships. Women who embrace the role of fragile, crying dolls irritate me. After the long and painful healing process I went through, I became very intolerant of adult snowflakes, who are offended by anything, regardless of gender. Because they are the ones who cause immense damage to children's minds. And we should really take care of the well-being of children, who do not know how to defend themselves from the cruelty that can exist in their own families. Not taking care of adults who should already have the discernment to take care of their own mental health.
Once, when Fátima Bernardes was an anchor on JN, she had a very nice cut with short hair (possibly straight like mine). And I said that I would like to have hair like that. I hated my long hair, which was impossible to style because nothing could keep them styled for more than two hours. I spent an hour in the shower washing and untangling them. And they weren't even long like many wear today. They generally didn't go more than 15 or 20cm below the shoulders. And when I made that comment, my youngest aunt who was sitting nearby said the following kindly: “the only beautiful thing you have is your hair. If you cut it, what will be left?” 😁 Cute. Loving. Only not.
But stupid I knew I wasn't. I don't see how someone who gets good grades without cheating (and often without studying) could be stupid. And I ended up changing my self-image, which was negative for a long time due to this strong negative family influence, by noticing this gap, this little finger of lies that made the whole lie fall apart. And yet they continued with the lie.
I've been wearing short hair for over twenty years. I wore beautiful cuts and sometimes the hairdressers weren't able to do a good job. I tried countless colours. While common sense says that hair is a frame for your face, I made my hair my canvas to create art, just like I've done with my wardrobe since I was 18.
Nothing said to an adult by third parties is more cruel than a shower of criticism and zero praise for a child from their own family. But even this can be overcome. So, nowadays, when I see people saying that we can't say this and that to adults because it's offensive, when the term itself isn't offensive, I just see a person with whom I have no interest in getting acquainted with, because I don't see anyone standing up against parents and family members who bully their own children or who educate them based on threats and punishments. In Brazil, even lullabies have a content that incites fear. It's ridiculous.
I learned a lot throughout my life. I can contribute professionally to people who want to leave victimhood in the past. It's not often that I have the time or interest in helping others overcome barriers that I overcame on my own, but it eventually happens. Follow the services available on the services page and follow my profiles on social media if my journey inspires you. I recommend that you start by booking a photo session, which is always available.
Nycka Nunes