During the past year, I have not only gone through the death of two great women who I loved and respected, but have watched my family undergo the healing process of losing their longtime matriarchs.
The reality is, my body is so accustomed to immediately swing to struggle, anger, grief, and disillusionment before feeling the lightness of joy.
Nappy is not nice. This is a so-called “truth” taught to countless black girls from their childhood. From as early as I can remember, I permed my hair.
They’re not just my family’s stories, they’re the stories of the Jewish people. It was a story rewritten yesterday as at least 11 individual stories were cut short.
My other classmates had hair on their legs. However, I did not notice that only the boys kept their hairy legs until it happened.
I have learned to define myself through my values and experiences. Others describe me or define me through the color of my skin.
For me, the journey towards finding authenticity in who I am as an Asian-American woman has been a long and complex journey that, in many ways, is still an ongoing process of seeking personal empowerment without politically disempowering others.
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