thoughts from one black girl to another
Growing up in a predominantly white school, I heard “yeah you’re pretty, pretty for a Black girl” quite often. As a Black woman, that phrase left a mark- one that took a long time to heal. To put it blatantly, it’s dehumanizing and exhausting to hear.. The statement “you’re pretty for a Black girl” is […]
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You know that feeling of excitement when you’re going to McDonald’s for ice cream and as you’re pulling up the worker says that the machine doesn’t work? Well, that feeling of disappointment is what I always feel walking into a makeup store. Growing up, going to Sephora, Claire’s, or my local CVS was always an […]
Read MoreAs a child in my small town, it was very rare for me to see others that looked like myself. Outside of my Saturday mornings spent in African dance classes, the only other young black girl I had to look up to within my community was my older sister. Despite this lack of representation within […]
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