The sun isn’t bright just because I say it is. It just is. It was bright before I even knew the word for bright. I didn’t decide what it is, I acknowledged what it is.
You aren’t worth something just because I say you are. You just are. You were worth something before I even said anything. I didn’t decide that you are, I acknowledged that you are.
This is what I mean when I say “You are worth it.”
This is great.
I have no words.
Black women need to start a hashtag #icanbeboth where we post pictures of ourselves with degrees, at graduation, sitting in your office, being successful etc. along side pics of us partying, twerking, dancing, having fun as NORMAL HUMAN BEINGS DO.
Because this idea that you are either a hoe or a sophisticated woman is toxic as hell. It’s a racialized version of the virgin-whore dichotomy. I can be both a sexual being and an role model/educator at the same damn time.