January 9, 2020

Growing up I never really had much and what I did have needed to be divided amongst several other of my brothers and sisters. My mother did the best she could with what she had but it was clear that despite her efforts, living at home would offer me little stability and so I asked my bougie older cousin if I could live with her. She was much older than me at the time and had already raised 1 kid who was already an adult now.

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December 26, 2019

Tis the season to fall into old habits. There’s something about the holiday season that makes indulging in unhealthy behavior appear absolutely fundamental. Apart from the obvious reasons like aggressive marketing by companies who all but shimmy down your chimneys and force your finger to press buy or force that entire bag of cookies down your throat, the holidays have a way of taking your guard down a notch.

The months of Oct...

December 6, 2019

Growing up as a woman in the most culturally diverse country on the planet has given me the opportunity to be exposed to the different perspectives on femininity. I was also lucky enough to explore different cultures and ideals on what a woman’s role was in other societies by living abroad on many occasions. However, in many woman’s groups, particularly those that cater to femininity, there is a tendency for focus and praise t...

October 3, 2019

Imposter Syndrome. 

It’s an issue that plagues countless people, no matter the race, gender, or socio-economic status. However, no one talks about the particular kind of imposter syndrome that I, and many other black women face. I have spent innumerable hours overthinking all of the ways in which I wasn’t good enough; refused to raise my hand in class because I didn’t want to get the answer wrong and then be labeled “The u...

September 26, 2019

Our country (U.S.) seems to be caving in on itself as we struggle to find space to be ourselves amid the demand for diversity and acceptance. In addition to this challenge, public acts of violence occur more frequently now, and prominent leaders of our world continue to consistently demonstrate their shortcomings when it comes to practicing emotional intelligence. The United States needs change. The world needs change. And bec...

September 10, 2019

I cannot think of another time during my lifetime when labels mattered quite as much as they do now. As our world does the best it can at being progressive with the embrace of people of all colors, orientations, sizes, ages, and so on, more and more groups are compelled to raise their collective voices to place the spotlight on their cause, even for a brief time. It’s beautiful; the process through which a group of oppressed p...

September 3, 2019

I know very well what I am opening myself up to by choosing to address the topic of transsexuality in a blog post that many people will comment on before having read, solely because on the title. To clarify, there is no group of people whom I wish to see harassed or put to death simply for living their lives. Transgendered individuals seek to live life as a gender not determined by their sex as it was identified at birth.

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August 15, 2019

I've never been a big Wendy Williams fan. I must admit, however, that I have much more respect for her now that she's left her cheating ex-husband. There are many women (and unfortunately many black women) who allow themselves to be so enthralled in a man, that they will still remain by his side regardless of how he treats them. I once knew a woman who stayed with her husband even upon finding out that he had had a child with...

August 8, 2019

Unfortunately, the only representation that black women see of ourselves is often extremely problematic. Most of the time, we are masculinized and depicted as "strong black women" capable of handling inhumane levels of mistreatment. Other times, we are portrayed as jezebels, or overtly sexual beings whose only desire is sexual gratification. This type of representation arises out of a desire to dehumanize black women and justi...

August 1, 2019

It was never acute—the self-loathing. While I can’t say I ever felt like a million bucks, I also wasn’t walking around looking for the nearest bridge to jump off of (like some of my angsty, white, adolescent counterparts). While my Caucasian friends were complaining of freckles, acne and what they deemed as overly shapely figures, I had somehow remained untouched by the all-too common experience of adolescent self-hatred. Alth...

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