[attorcroppe]

I’m here for black girls that do ulzzang makeup and feel insecure because people tell them they’re features aren’t pretty enough.

I’m here for black girls that are emo/scene but are told that they can’t do certain hairstyles because of their hair texture.

I’m here for black girls that love cosplaying but have to deal with people saying they don’t look as attractive as an Asian or white girl.

I’m here for black girls that love kpop and wonder if their favorite idols would ever be attracted to them. 

I’m here for black girls who get ridiculed by other black people for liking things that’s perceived as “white”. 

I’m here for black girls who feel they’re not feminine enough. 

I’m here for black girls that love trap music and get called ratchet despite non black women being accepted.

I’m here for black girls that love to twerk and get called a hoe even though when white women do it, they’re seen as “bad” or “taking charge of their sexuality”.

I’m here for black girls that wear weaves and are accused of self hate because assimilation does NOT = wanting to be white.

I’m here for black girls who love long nails with different colors because you should be able to wear whatever the hell you want.

I’m here for black girls from the hood because there’s nothing wrong with where you came from.

I’m here for black girls that are plus size and feel they’ll never be desired. 

I’m here for black girls with small asses because people love to say you’re not black enough.

I’m here for black girls with big asses because people often fetishize your body.

I’m here for black girls that get picked on by black men.

i’m here for mixed black women who worry they’re never black enough.

I’m here for black girls who feel depressed and don’t love life.

I’m here for black girls who can’t tell their families they’re depressed.

I’m here for black girls who have to hide their emotions in order to not be seen as angry.

I’m here for black girls who grow up thinking their hair isn’t beautiful because it’s not straight or loosely curled.

I’m here for black girls who have trouble accepting their complexion.

I’m here for black girls that are strippers.

I’m here for black girls that are porn stars.

I’m here for black girls that are lesbians.

I’m here for black girls that are bisexual.

I’m here for black girls that are pansexual.

I’m here for black girls that are transgender.

I’m here for black girls that are asexual. 

I’m here for black girls who struggle every day to love themselves, but won’t give up.

I’m here for you all black girls.

I love and respect you all. @baby-macsauce @fedupblackwoman @blackwomenconfessions

[thedrasticfateoftheoptimist]

Lazy last post

That was real lazy of me to just post a photo of what I wanted to ask folks about, but I just couldn't be bothered to type all that again. I'm struggling to type now. But please help me, I tried researching myself but I'm getting the wrong kind of answer searches

[thedrasticfateoftheoptimist]

[awn-network]

A grandmother seeking asylum was separated from her disabled grandson at the border. It’s been 10 months.

Immigrants who turned themselves in to border patrol agents after illegally crossing the border from Mexico into the U.S. wait to be transported for processing in the Rio Grande Valley sector, near McAllen, Texas, on April 2, 2018. REUTERS/Loren Elliott

Ten months ago, Maria Vandelice de Bastos and her 16-year-old grandson arrived at the Santa Teresa Port of Entry in nearby New Mexico. The pair told federal agents they were seeking asylum. 

Though Vandelice de Bastos passed a standard screening for such claims… she and her grandson were soon separated. While she sits in a federal detention center in El Paso, Matheus da Silva Bastos, who has severe epilepsy and autism, is [at] a state-run center in Connecticut…

…Asked what would happen to Matheus if his grandmother is deported, [her laywer] said the government would have custody of him until he’s 21. ‘After that, who knows,” he said.

[thedrasticfateoftheoptimist]

Frustrating isn't doesn't even cover how I feel entirely. "After that who knows.." basically means he'll be living on the street. No one to take care of him nor guide him. The government will take him in but do what? They're setting him up for failure. They're not going to provide for him the way he needs. I don't want to be pessimistic about this actually. I'm way too tired and this is just agitating. Stop separating families.

[awn-network]

A grandmother seeking asylum was separated from her disabled grandson at the border. It’s been 10 months.

Immigrants who turned themselves in to border patrol agents after illegally crossing the border from Mexico into the U.S. wait to be transported for processing in the Rio Grande Valley sector, near McAllen, Texas, on April 2, 2018. REUTERS/Loren Elliott

Ten months ago, Maria Vandelice de Bastos and her 16-year-old grandson arrived at the Santa Teresa Port of Entry in nearby New Mexico. The pair told federal agents they were seeking asylum. 

Though Vandelice de Bastos passed a standard screening for such claims… she and her grandson were soon separated. While she sits in a federal detention center in El Paso, Matheus da Silva Bastos, who has severe epilepsy and autism, is [at] a state-run center in Connecticut…

…Asked what would happen to Matheus if his grandmother is deported, [her laywer] said the government would have custody of him until he’s 21. ‘After that, who knows,” he said.

[thedrasticfateoftheoptimist]

Frustrating isn't doesn't even cover how I feel entirely. "After that who knows.." basically means he'll be living on the street. No one to take care of him nor guide him. The government will take him in but do what? They're setting him up for failure. They're not going to provide for him the way he needs. I don't want to be pessimistic about this actually. I'm way too tired and this is just agitating. Stop separating families.

[thedrasticfateoftheoptimist]

So it's currently 5:50am and my stomach was feeling really heavy and off earlier. At first I passed it off as one of those heavy pits of sadness I often get after feeling shitty mood wise. But I start thinking, 'Hmm, but today I've felt more positive than before and this feeling is not like my void/tight or out of breath feeling I get when I'm sad/nervous...' I keep tossing and turning in bed (nothing new) but something feels different about this stomach pain or rather I'm wrong about where it's coming from. It's only until I start to feel jittery & light headed that I'm like, "FUCK! Did I eat at all yesterday?! Damn I didn't!" Immediately I think, I cba - I'm too tired but now I really can't sleep. Last thing I ate was a bowl of cereal at 12pm. I went to the kitchen and made some eggs and toast. As I'm eating I'm laughing with my sister about how I forgot to eat (happens often) and I mention how I hope I don't puke it back up since it's been a while that ive eaten. Well, my silly ass spoke too soon - as soon as the last bite of eggs was taken I instantly ran to the trash to vomit everything right back up. All could think was "Well what the hell do I do now? That was a waste of my time." I laugh about it with my sister but she's very apologetic for me. I have a sense of humor about things and really I'm more upset that I've wasted time and some eggs more than anything. I'll be sure to do better today.

[blackwomenconfessions]

I’m 100% okay with not dating anyone. I hate that people pressure women into dating. I also hate it when people try to create a label for those who refrain from dating and sex. I’m not demisexual or asexual, I’m just minding my own business and living my life. Stop trying to put me into a box and leave me be.

[anxietyproblem]

Follow us @anxietyproblem​

[thedrasticfateoftheoptimist]

All the feelings I've been experiencing lately.

[anxietyproblem]

This blog is Dedicated to anyone suffering from Anxiety! Please Follow Us if You Can Relate: ANXIETYPROBLEMS

[thedrasticfateoftheoptimist]

I literally LOL'd

[blackwomenconfessions]

I think reclamation is bullshit and that Black people need to start asking ourselves why so many of us are holding on for dear life to the n word. I do not understand how the word is empowering, I do not see how this word used to degrade us and deem us subhuman is “brother/sisterhood”. I will not raise my Black children to use that word and I don’t care if it’s rigid. If it hurts when Whites/Non Blacks say it, why doesn’t it hurt when we say it to one another? Smh.

[thedrasticfateoftheoptimist]

What is it about the night time where I feel so peaceful, and even happy. During the day I'm wishing for night to come and I'm restless, lethargic and melancholic. All those responsibilities, obligations, and demands are washed away when night time reaches. I'm not required to do anything and I'm okay with staring outside my window for hours.

[theintrovertnation]

Follow Introvert Nation @introvertproblems

[thedrasticfateoftheoptimist]

I couldn't really class myself as an introvert, but damn I need this in my life. I always talk about "hibernating" for some time.

[missmentelle]

The answer to our mental health crisis isn’t just “we need more therapists”.  We need more black therapists. We need more trans therapists.  We need more gay therapists.  We need more Asian therapists.  We need more non-binary therapists.  We need more Spanish-speaking therapists. We need more sign-language therapists.  We need more Latinx therapists. We need more immigrant therapists.  We need more French-speaking therapists.  We need more disabled therapists.  We need more Native therapists.  We need more former foster kid therapists.  We need more asexual therapists.  We need more therapists from every ethnicity, every gender, every orientation, every background and marginalization.  Your relationship with your therapist is one of the most intimate and personal relationships you’ll have in your life, and not everybody can form an instant and deep connection with a middle-class white woman. There’s nothing wrong with middle-class white women as therapists, but we’re vastly over-represented in the field of mental health, especially compared to the clients we see. Sometimes people are most comfortable baring their souls to someone who looks like them, speaks their language, or understands where they’re coming from. Don’t assume that identity isn’t important if you’ve always had access to therapists who look like you. If we’re going to talk about improving access to mental health, that means improving access to all areas of mental health - including access to joining the mental health professions.  So if you have a marginalized kid in your life who’s thinking about doing this for a living, support them. Don’t discourage them. Don’t tell them it’s too hard. Don’t tell them it’s too much school, or that they’ll never get in. Support their dreams. Help them learn more about what they want to do, and how they can get there. Tutor them if you can. Help them find scholarships, if you can. Read over their college application essays, if you can. If you’re in graduate school right now, ask your school what they are doing to improve access for marginalized students.  We aren’t improving mental health unless we’re improving it for everybody. 

[cwote]

People will judge you regardless of what you do. Don’t look to them for validation, simply accept all that you are.

[thedrasticfateoftheoptimist]

Giving up Everything for Love.

This week my family and I have transformed ourselves to Immigration Lawyers as my mother prepares for a case this Friday, fighting for her right to stay in the UK.

Even though its been less than a week that my mother has been given to prepare for her case (she’s representing herself), this is something she has been fighting for 10 yrs in the UK, and even longer in the United States. Being that this is a battle my family has been involved in since the 80′s, I plan on making this as concise as I possibly can. I’m in need of support and guidance, and I pray that this may speak to a reader in ways I’m unaware of. 

Where to begin -the bare facts are - My father was born in England and moved to the US when he was a child. Throughout his adolescent years, he got in trouble with the law a couple of times and served his time in [US] prison. In between sentences, he met my mother and they both fell in love. After serving his last sentence, they got married and changed their life for the better (establishing a family unit w/ my sister and me, and having well-paid jobs, attending church etc.). Over 2 decades later, the FBI (Atlanta division) followed my dad and I home and swarmed around our car. Guns drawn, they identified my dad, cuffed him, and took us into our home. Being that I was only 6, I couldn’t fully comprehend what was happening; we were the only ones home at the time and I was instructed by officers to go to my room. It was at that moment, my process of suppression began. After that day I did not see him for 10months, and then for another 4yrs.

Between 2002-2007, my mother fought long and hard to get him back. Between application fees, long distance calls, and visits to London, and other necessities pertaining to this - she easily spent $100,000 +. She wrote to the President, Congress, Senators etc. pleading for him to come back -all denied. My dad’s mother passed away between that time, a painful and crucial part in his life which I’m afraid he’ll never truly get closure from.

My mother got tired of fighting and made the decision to move her and myself over to London. My mother also had a felony and was told her application for a settlement visa would be denied. She still came and is now considered an overstayer. 10yrs we’ve been here and throughout my mother has continued writing and seeking advice and guidance from many political and legal figures/ organizations fighting for her right to remain in the UK. She was informed if she ever left the UK, she would be banned - she took heed of this warning. She also missed her father’s funeral who passed away last October.

It is so aggravating and heartbreaking that as I write this, and when helping my mom compose her argument for her case, the words ‘criminal’ and ‘felony’ pop up - attached to both of my parents. Throughout their life, they put in years worth of service in working with people with disabilities, abandoned youth offenders, and charity work for the homeless - in the US & UK. My mother has established her life here - she’s made great friends who she calls family who also reciprocate the feeling. She has been a motherly figure to my friends too and has supported them as if they were her own children. But the law doesn’t care about that.  Witnessing my father’s deportation has been a traumatizing experience for me, and watching my mom over the years go to extreme lengths to keep our family together has brought me a great deal of anxiety. Not to mention the pain I hold for them in regards to the loss of their parents - my grandparents. 

I don’t have enough space, time, or words to convey the love I have for my entire family, the admiration I have for my mom, and the need for this all to be over. Of course, I want my parents to be together in peace so we can remain a family unit but this situation is bigger than me and my needs/wants. It stretches to the end of my parents’ lives and beyond - I hope to reach out to anyone in my place or those in the position of my parents. The news revolving around the deportation threats of the Windrush immigrants, and their children, and the immigration sweep around local businesses have been disheartening and infuriating, to say the least. My mother meets the criteria for the Immigration Rules, Section 117, and EX1 - the judge once granted my mom’s appeal to remain in the UK, but the Home Office has appealed that ruling stating the judge made an error in the law. 

I’m praying that all that they’ve lost during this process be restored in the name of Jesus and they and anyone else going through this, come out victorious. This has been a long and tiring battle and I cannot wait for it all to come to an end. If anyone resonates with this and wish to speak about, receive or provide comfort- I ask you reach me if you can. Even though this is long, this isn’t even the full story and I still have so much more to share. I hope that by putting out my story, I can find and create support groups. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while but had no idea where to start.

Take care everyone, give love and receive it. 

[mypsychology]

For more posts like these, go to @mypsychology​ 

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