I often hear black girls complain that their hair is difficult to control, and it’s precisely because we are not meant to control it.
I have always found that jeans hurt my body with waistlines digging into my stomach as I try to exhale.
T shirts that cut into my arms, bras that dig into my flesh leaving scars that remain today.
We were not the architects of this system, of course these things won’t fit us when they come from people who refuse to acknowledge that we exist. We know this because we see their runways, their print ads, their magazines. We are not wrong.
Beige is not the definition of ‘nude’, my hair does not need to be restrained, it needs to be liberated. My hair isn’t so thick, I didn’t go through puberty too early, my mama is not ‘plus sized’ - these statement all use an invented standard of whiteness and then define me in relation to that standard.
Fuck mainstream. Fuck counter culture and sub culture. We are our own mainstream. We are our own culture.
Fuck standards and constructions of normal. Nothing ever grew by being measured. We grow by being nurtured and affirmed for who we are as we are. Standards are always relative.
-Kim Katrin Crosby
Reblog again. Such truth.(via aggregateconscience)
Beautiful and powerful words!
By Christian Hopkins, this very talented young photographer uses his photography as a true artistic outlet to help with his depression. The whole set of images are just stunning and really draw you in, a perfect example of how art can help a person having a difficult time to express themselves.
Wow! So beautiful!
I am that type of douchebag friend who doesn’t talk with you for weeks but still cares about you and hopes you still care too.
Except I’m totally not self-pitying myself! Compassion but no pity.
Girls and guys!! Don’t let anyone try to shame you into presenting yourself in a way that doesn’t make you feel 100% confident and good about yourself. Rock your body and your aesthetic and let others rock theirs.
Yesssss!!! Love yourself!!!!!
This book, Remember Be Here Now, is the most enlightening read I have ever had a chance to read.
We spend our whole life defining and refining and redefining. What’s left? What needs a name?
How does our name define us?
How does the word God define what its defining?
God does not suffice to name and define what it is meant to define. By naming it, we weaken it and limit our view of understanding.
How do you name the connection and awesomeness that our limited names derive, like Energy Center, Divine Mother, Consciousness, Jesus, Buddha, Muhammed, Ra, or Krishna?
I think it’s perfectly okay to not name it… but it does make it hard to talk about.