I have always been black. The majority of my classmates and peers read me as black, and a part of me knew they weren’t wrong; but I had been conditioned to sigh, “No, I’m Puerto Rican.” My blackness was palpable before my understanding of it was.
We’re all still reeling from the election, food comas and family dysfunction that took place over Thanksgiving. And while these feelings of sadness and memories of family craziness won’t dissipate anytime soon, I think it’s important we find some joy to get us through these tough times. Binge watch some black excellence! [Read more…]
I was a black woman with four degrees, the highest being a doctorate, and struggling with bouts of unemployment or underemployment years after graduation. I knew I wasn't the only one.
Twenty-five years ago, Julie Dash made history by becoming the first African-American woman to direct and produce a full-length feature film that was widely distributed in theaters across the country. The New York Times called it, "A film of spellbinding visual beauty." The film was "Daughters Of The Dust."
From Leslie Jones To Donald Trump: White Feminism Will Never Meet At The Intersections Of Negro And Wide Nose
White feminism and its champions are not here for black women. White feminism is only interested in dismantling the heteronormative patriarchy which oppresses white women-- while upholding white supremacy.
Appearance privilege has played a part in the realization of what exactly cis-hetero society accepts and rejects. For the safety of our trans community, it's imperative to break the chain. It's imperative to break traditional binary.
From blues songs such as “No Good Man” by Nina Simone to “He’s Mine” by Mokenstef, black women have been sold a bill of goods that tells them pain is love.
For Girls Who Want To Lose That Last Ten Pounds: On Body Acceptance and Surviving An Eating Disorder
I’ve always been a chubby girl and I’ve hated that fact for a very long time now. If I’m being honest, I’m afraid of this illness. Binge eating ruined my childhood and my self-esteem.
Imagine you're in Barbados partying alongside Rihanna for Carnival. You’re decked out in all the festival regalia. You've got your jeweled bustier and your elaborate headdress. Your makeup is apropos and elegantly on fleek. Now take away all the fanfare and the feathers. The music and the dancing. What’s left? That amazing face.