“You mock skin that people lay in the sun trying to achieve.”
THAT PART.
To all the racists who have threatened me, filled my inbox with hateful messages, told me to kill myself, and compared me to animals…there is absolutely nothing you can say that will ever make me hate myself or hate being Black.
I love every inch of who I am.
I love the fact that my existence, my confidence, and my pride bother you so much that you feel compelled to spend your time under my pictures, my tweets, and in my inbox trying to tear me down.
You mock features that people spend thousands of dollars trying to recreate. You mock skin that people lay in the sun trying to achieve. You mock hair that is so versatile, creative, and beautiful that the entire world imitates it. I’ve worn wigs, weaves, cut it all off, and grown it back. I love my hair. I love its strength, its beauty, and the endless ways we can express ourselves through it.
Most importantly, I love being Black.
No amount of hate will ever stop me from celebrating Black excellence. No amount of hate will stop me from uplifting my people. And no amount of hate will stop me from exposing the kind of people you choose to be.
So keep wasting your time sending hateful messages from behind locked profiles and fake pictures. Keep showing the world who you are. While you’re consumed with hatred, I’m thriving. While you’re obsessing over me, I’m building, growing, and living my life.
I know exactly who I am, and none of your words have the power to define me.
So have the day you truly deserve.
— From a proud Black, disabled woman veteran from the Eastside of Detroit.