sorry for the crop y’all, I had to make it personal. on this international woman’s day, I’m choosing
sorry for the crop y’all, I had to make it personal. on this international woman’s day, I’m choosing myself. I’m choosing to choose my body above all else. I’m choosing to share the story of war that I’ve fought with my body- a body too dark and too african, too out of place, too black, a body called midnight and tar, a body not right. I’m choosing this day to raise my white flag in surrender to my whole self. I’m choosing to make this the day where I don’t lighten my Instagram picture in order to feel more feminine and pretty. I’m choosing to make this the day where I don’t have to question where my authenticity meets my survival; when I don’t have to feel like I have to apologize for existing darkly and blackly and meekly in a world where darkness is dismal and blackness is never the new black. I feel dramatic and uncomfortable sharing this on your feed. I think about this- my body, my color- every day, and i don’t want necessarily want these thoughts to take hold of yours. but today, because I’m so tired and so exhausted and so upset with having to be at war with my existence, I think it’s fair to fight for me. #happyinternationalwomensday#darkaf and (not but) #sexyaf DM me if you’d like to talk about the politics of colorism and femininity and womenhood further- I’d love to hear your thoughts. -- source link
#happyinternationalwomensday#sexyaf#darkaf