“Learning to love yourself and your body is a life journey, so I am always discovering new ways to love it a bit more each day. My struggles are not tied to my own perception, but to me navigating a fatphobic society. It can be difficult, especially as a Black, queer woman, to remain confident when so much of your perceived ‘worth’ is oppressively linked to white supremacist beauty standards.”
“As a teenage girl, I struggled with my body and my height. I was the tallest 13-year-old in my neighborhood at 5’10. I often made myself small in spaces because I felt I didn’t deserve to take up space. I even struggled with my femininity because my height and size were not what I saw as beautiful or graceful. These feelings were only strengthened by growing up without women who looked like me being shown to exist, not to mention celebrated. It wasn’t until college that I realized my grace and undeniable presence. When I walked into rooms, I did turn heads. So, I decided I would own every space I ever walked into, loving my entire 6’0 (6’4 with the fro) frame.”
“When I think of my body and the feelings I have about it, a quote by Upile Chisala always comes to mind: ‘I am dripping melanin and honey.’ I feel right in my body. It feels like warmth and healing.”
“I love everything about my body! I love that my hair reaches up to my ancestors. I love my long legs, which pound the pavement as I explore new places and march for my community. I love my size and the love and warmth it gives when hugging my loved ones. I love my body because it keeps me healthy.”