It took a long time for me to feel safe in my own skin. I grew up a little black girl in a white, middle-class suburb. Picket fences. I suppressed who I was so that I could fit in… or at least not stand out and get bullied more than usual. I left for college and shed those fears little by little spending time alone, taking long walks through Philadelphia. I learned that if I could stand being alone – by choice or by circumstance then I could learn who I was, what I loved, I could be a WHOLE person.
I wear bright colors, bold patterns. My hair is big & kinky. I. Stand. Out.