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ithelpstodream

westafricanbaby

STANDING OVATION 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

bleumartini

Moral of the story, Unify do not Diversify

vethox

seems like we arrived at the right time to kill them once for all

stellablu

spongebob-squarepants-is-my-hero

theintrovertnation

mamachonnes

Hair was so important that I really believed if I had the right hairstyle, my life would magically improve. I just wanted to look like my friends. I would put pillowcases on my head, or t-shirts, and prance around in front of the mirror imagining that it was my hair and that I was finally beautiful. I would make my mom leave in the relaxer on until it would burn because I knew the longer she left it on, the straighter my hair would become. I’d wind up with lesions on my scalp, trying to fit into this idea of what I thought was pretty. Then came the seventh grade and New Wave, when I dyed my hair to resemble Duran Duran and Depeche Mode. I got a bowl of hydrogen peroxide, stuck my bangs in the bowl, and sat out in the sun so I could get that perfect punk New Wave look everyone had. Unfortunately, it turned my hair Ronald McDonald red and stayed like that for years -and all because I wanted to fit in so badly. I was basically trying to become everything I wasn’t and in doing so, only became more insecure and less happy.

Gabrielle Union, in her foreward of Hill Harper’s book Letters to a Young Sister (via tiaralilibet)

blackwomenconfessions

beautifulvirtuousnaive

One of the things that always bothered me growing up was that in every example of “black love” that I could think of, whether it was in TV, movies, or even between my own parents, it always seemed like a black woman could only be in a happy relationship with a black man if the woman is ~10 shades lighter than him. Even on this site, I see countless pictures of gorgeous light skinned women with gorgeous dark skinned men but not a single picture of the opposite. As a dark skinned black woman, I’ve been chastised, insulted and ridiculed by black men and completely overlooked by men of other races…I felt like even among my own people, I still wasn’t worthy of love because of my skin tone. And then I met this darling man, who took me to prom and made me feel like the belle of the ball and has treated me like an absolute prize since the day that we met. I wanted to share these photos in honor of the blackout and in honor of any darker skinned black woman who has ever felt like no one would ever love her because of her skin tone.

nightwomancometh

glowplease

brndnslvra

She’s the one and I’m convinced. Before I met her, I was a low point in my life. I had no confidence in myself. I was honestly ready to end it all. I’ve never felt real love. Has nothing to do with relationships. It’s just in general. With friends, with family, everything and everybody. I felt like nobody gave a shit about me and my feelings. Then I meet this girl and everything changes. She makes me feel like Im worth it. When you find somebody who loves everything you hate about yourself, keep them. Cherish the hell out of them. People like her are rare. Like Kanye in a pair of shorts rare. Took a while to get to where we are now but it was all worth it. Shit happened and so did we as a result.

I love you @nicolesimonee

lyjerria

Wishing the best for you guys✨💕

414lilj-deactivated20170902

This is beautiful

smallrooms

the60sbazaar

A 1960s ‘conversation pit’

zellah7

bye i love this

landunderthewave

Man: Siri, what is 1 trillion to the tenth power? Siri: Calculation. The answer is one zero zero zero zero zero [continuing] Man: *starts beatboxing to the rhythm. Woman 1: *joins in* Woman 2: *starts singing to the rhythm*