Growing up, I had a lot of access to people who looked like me. I was completely unaware of the struggles that accompany interracial friendships.
We all need our hair done. I can't help but think that my lack of hair resources reminds me that I live in a land that wasn't intended for me.
A clear medical bias and the stresses of new motherhood, often leaves Black women unsupported on their breastfeeding journeys.
I couldn’t believe the medical system and several of my peers had me obsessing about my food consumption. I was experiencing food shaming during pregnancy.
I don’t know how long it will be before I stop allowing others' fears of sexuality as a black woman from affecting my views on sex.
It’s time we stop teaching shame and start spending more time fostering healthy sexual identities in young girls.
By educating my son on Juneteenth, I am able to make it clear to him that we may live in a nation that wasn’t established with us in mind, but we continue to find freedom anyway.