Let’s call it what it is: The abuse and harrassment that Gabby Douglas has been forced to experience is misoygnoir, full stop. Time and time again, we refuse to grant Black girls/women/femmes the humanity and freedom that they deserve. They are not ‘allowed’ to feel, to be, to think, and they are definitely not allowed to express. We live in a world where Black women are harassed, bullied, and tortured because they are human, and others would beg to differ. Gabby Douglas, who has been stoic and seemingly emotionless during the current 2016 Olympic games, is not actually allowed to be what many are labeling her: bitter, pissed off and disappointed. Her teammate, Simone Biles, on the other hand has been dubbed super human and the personification of #BlackGirlMagic.
Now, imagine being vilified simply for existing… for feeling… for being. Imagine being told that you are not enough & that everything you are doing is wrong, by the people you hope only would affirm you. Imagine being Gabby Douglas at the 2016 Olympic games in Rio. Continue reading “Dear Gabby, You are enough.”
I’ve been spending my days trying to escape the numbness that I feel. I wanted happiness, I wanted inspiration, I wanted to be fulfilled but I continuously felt empty. I finally sat down and asked myself, How do I get back to me? I want the Old Mo back.
Continue reading “No Going Back.”
TW: Misogynoir, Anti-Black Racism, Police Bruality
I think it’s cute: the way millions are condemning Korryn Gaines actions against police but continuously idolize the likes of Malcolm X, Fred Hampton, Assata Shakur and the Black Panthers (amongst others). Like Korryn, Revolution was in their bones.
I think it’s cute: the way Black women are diagnosing her with mental illnesses and citing those as the reason for her defiance while refusing to acknowledge their own mental illness.
I think it’s cute that Korryn’s death is bringing out the ugly in all of us.
Continue reading “Revolution In Our Bones: On The State Murder of Korryn Gaines”
Welcome back to Secrets That Sell.
It’s been quite some time since I’ve posted *consistently* on here. Thankfully I’ve somewhat managed to get my life together and, here I am- back and ready to write. Over the past year (STS celebrated one year on May 19, 2015), I’ve changed…. a lot. I’ve discovered and navigated intersections of my identity unbeknownst to be before. I’m not where I want to be but I am closer and for that, I am forever grateful. Between starting college, creating & curating BGS & working on so many more projects, I’ve barely had time to breathe and blog as needed. As of now, I can say that I’m back for good. I contemplated deleting my posts from 2015 because they are not a reflection of the woman I am today. But I thought about and because my growth has been so amazing, I want that to be evident through my craft. I’m still working on consistency & content creation so please bare with me. In the coming days, weeks and months, I’ll establish some type of schedule so that posts/commentaries are rolling out consistently. I look forward to this new chapter on STS.
Thanks for all the support!
*I will not be sharing the viral video of Nia Green being beaten at the hands of her mother on this site.*
This is the beauty of being a Black child… a Black girl. You’re beaten in the streets and are subjected to returning home to get beaten by the ones who are supposed to love you and protect you. Black skin never gets to know tenderness, gentleness, love and respect, only resentment.
The Nia Green video is exactly the kind of abuse (especially mother/daughter) that we ignore or joke about in our community. We HAVE TO DO BETTER. The video gave me flashbacks to my childhood and it’s so disturbing. I grew up being whooped and a lot of Black women/femmes did too. It’s abusive and traumatic but I know so many Black people see it as normal. So much so that we criticize white parents for NOT beating their children. We can not continue to hypersexualize our Black girls and wonder why they’re hurting.
Continue reading “Saving Nia Green: On Black Mothers, Their Daughters, and Abuse Disguised as Love”
This is a very serious post. I never imagined that I would be sitting here writing this today but here I am, sharing my story.
Continue reading “Open Letter: My Anxiety, Depression, PTSD & OCD”