Adiba Nelson
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He opened his mouth and time stood still. My pulse quickened. My heart raced. My eyes filled with tears. And I. WAS. PROUD.
Read...This was how my eating disorder began. This is when I first consciously ate my emotions. THIS is when I said, “I don’t need you to love me. I don’t need to love myself. I don’t need to feel or be felt. Hear or be heard. See or be seen. I just need to eat. I just need to eat because food will never judge me. Food will never leave me (unless I make it leave me, which I did. In college. A LOT.).
Read...She unleashed a whole new level of #blackgirlmagic that I did not even realize I needed. And honey, if I didn't realize I needed it, well then hell, you know the world just wasn’t ready.
Read...“Why would you do that? You have a daughter. Why would you put yourself in that position?”
Read...Where did you even get that statistic from? Did you make it up?
Read...They basically gave the Oscars the middle finger.
Read...Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t get so sassy right now.
Read...It was the weirdest thing. I looked at this tiny human and felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. No overwhelming joy at finally meeting this person I’d been so excited for in months prior, no lurking sadness about no longer being pregnant and relishing in those shared “inside mommy’s belly” moments. Just... nothing. My brain said, “You have a baby now,” and that was that.
Read...Black women were branded as sexually promiscuous and immoral, which in turn was used as justification for sexual trauma/rape.
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