Wednesday, March 20, 2013
I guess I have noting to say
She's dead. I am alone.i will continue the blog whether my father knows it or not.that is my 10 yr old legacy.continue her work.i am on my way to being the being that she wanted me to be and I will not stop no matter what.my father already told me I'm going to get her iPad so I will soon be On my way! To continuing my mothers legacy.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
No more safe ensembles
I was grilled by a student today. She wanted to know where I was going. She then let me know that I'm usually a safe dresser.
Today I was not safe. According to her today I am exotic.
She made my day.
Today I was not safe. According to her today I am exotic.
She made my day.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
My closet...in transition.
A mess. I'm afraid to organize it because I will be forced to examine the contents. What do my clothes and shoes say about me? How do I want to transform that statement to fit where I am in life right now?
Taking this picture was a big step.
Taking this picture was a big step.
An image that haunts me
Venus Hottentot or Sarah.
As I look at the image Zion says, "She loos like you."
When I ask him to explain he says, "your body has shape".
I get what he means. He hit on a very sensitive area for me. How do I embrace, dress and display with pride this body, my body that has shape.
This conversation, in a salon, in 2012, a conversation that encapsulates the distinctions between European and Afro-Caribbean standards of beauty.
My shape is beautiful. The image is haunting because it makes me think of how the black female body had been degraded and objectified. What do people see when they look at me?
I have to embrace my body. As Toni Morrison says, "the crown has been brought and paid for in blood...put it on and wear it..."
I must now put it on and wear it. As a show of thanks.
Whoever you really are, Venus or Sarah, I see you. I am you.
As I look at the image Zion says, "She loos like you."
When I ask him to explain he says, "your body has shape".
I get what he means. He hit on a very sensitive area for me. How do I embrace, dress and display with pride this body, my body that has shape.
This conversation, in a salon, in 2012, a conversation that encapsulates the distinctions between European and Afro-Caribbean standards of beauty.
My shape is beautiful. The image is haunting because it makes me think of how the black female body had been degraded and objectified. What do people see when they look at me?
I have to embrace my body. As Toni Morrison says, "the crown has been brought and paid for in blood...put it on and wear it..."
I must now put it on and wear it. As a show of thanks.
Whoever you really are, Venus or Sarah, I see you. I am you.
Locs are not just a "black thing"
In the next year or so I will shave the sides if my head and let the locs hang...
Zion and I have plans
Zion and I have plans
I exist
I'm beginning to understand the rush that comes from blogging. I can log my experiences, thoughts, interactions as they happen. Yes there is a time lapse as I am currently blogging after the fact.
Descartes would now say, "I blog therefore I am".
There is a narcissistic element to blogging and taking on the role of blogger.
The posts are evidence that I was here.
As Beyonce sang: "I was here. I lived, loved..."
As Jay-Z rapped: " I came, I saw, I conquered.
Both artists immortalized through song an verse.
Me through my blog posts
Descartes would now say, "I blog therefore I am".
There is a narcissistic element to blogging and taking on the role of blogger.
The posts are evidence that I was here.
As Beyonce sang: "I was here. I lived, loved..."
As Jay-Z rapped: " I came, I saw, I conquered.
Both artists immortalized through song an verse.
Me through my blog posts
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
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