Love this family and what they have to say in response to this question, “Why is it always about being black?” If you’re a truth seeker, empathizer, or people lover, read this!
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The reality of the situation is my whole life schoolmates, teachers, peers, family, friends, etc. have (in some form or fashion) expressed expectations of who I am because of the complexion of my skin. From a very young age, there are stereotypes that have been projected on me of the type of woman I should be. I remember being called an “oreo” because I was black on the outside but white on the inside, so “they” said. It was often suggested that I “acted white” or wasn’t “black enough.” Imagine being told these things in my formative years. Imagine the confusion that I must have been dealing with internally. A video my husband posted today triggered some reflection on my years growing up as a black girl in sunny San Diego. I appreciate the way he was able to express himself…
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