sorry for the crop y’all, I had to make it personal.

on this international woman’s day, I’m choosing myself. I’m choosing to choose my body above all else.

I’m choosing to share the story of war that I’ve fought with my body- a body too dark and too african, too out of place, too black, a body called midnight and tar, a body not right.

I’m choosing this day to raise my white flag in surrender to my whole self. I’m choosing to make this the day where I don’t lighten my Instagram picture in order to feel more feminine and pretty. I’m choosing to make this the day where I don’t have to question where my authenticity meets my survival; when I don’t have to feel like I have to apologize for existing darkly and blackly and meekly in a world where darkness is dismal and blackness is never the new black.

I feel dramatic and uncomfortable sharing this on your feed. I think about this- my body, my color- every day, and i don’t want necessarily want these thoughts to take hold of yours.

but today, because I’m so tired and so exhausted and so upset with having to be at war with my existence, I think it’s fair to fight for me.

#happyinternationalwomensday #darkaf and (not but) #sexyaf 👌🏿

DM me if you’d like to talk about the politics of colorism and femininity and womenhood further- I’d love to hear your thoughts.

31women:

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About two weeks ago, I was doing a study on the spiritual disciplines, specifically giving. As I was reading and meditating on verses related to giving, I felt extremely convicted. I realized how tight-fisted I was being about my money. I was using the excuse of being a college student to avoid tithing or serving in the church. 

So I started praying one of those really dangerous prayers where you ask God to make you uncomfortable. “Provide an opportunity for me to give in a big way that challenges me,” I asked. 

Boy did he ever. 

As my roommate and I sat in a typical Sunday morning church service, something unexpected happened: 

A representative from World Vision got up to speak at the end of service about running the Chicago marathon for Team World Vision—an opportunity for runners to raise money for clean water in underdeveloped communities. He even showed one of those typical heart-wrenching videos where a girl who used to walk 10 miles for water everyday going to school to be a lawyer now that her family has access to clean water in their town. 

Do you ever have those moments where you’re suddenly hit with that feeling of “Oh no, I am about do a very stupid thing” ?? Well that’s kinda the feeling I got. All of a sudden I was like “Oh my goodness I am about to run a marathon.” 

I turned to my roommate, and she had the exact same look on her face. 

“What if we ran a marathon?” 

“Yeah, we’re about to run a marathon.” 

“This always happens to us, dang it.” 

….

So we’re running a marathon, because God convicted us to. 

In the last 2 days, we’ve already been through all the ups and downs of doubt (from ourselves and others), excitement, and extreme fear. 

At one point, I told God; “I hate running, and I’ve never so much as jogged a 5k! I have no self-discipline when it comes to exercising, and I have no idea how to train for 26.2 miles even if I did.” 

…. 

“I can use that,” He replied.  

….

Suffice to say, we bought a book and I have running shoes on the way. 

On our first day of training, we went for 2 miles. Only 24.2 more to go! 

Stay tuned Tumblr. 

-31Women (beth) 

unconfirmed sources report that local woman’s hair may ACTUALLY be bigger than djt’s ego

more at 11

give a man a fish, he’ll eat for a day
give a girl an eyebrow arch, she’ll floss ~forever~

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i need a HERO! im holding out for a hero till the end of the night! hes gotta be STRONG and hes gotta be FAST and hes gotta be larger than LIFE! i need a HERO! im holding out for a hero till the end of the night! hes gotta be SURE and it’s gotta be SOON and hes gotta be larger than LIFE!

@blackstarising