If you’re into pop culture and fashion, then you know New York Fashion Week (NYFW) just wrapped. And while we saw amazing, beautiful, new, and radical bodies on the runway for DapperQ, TomboyX, SavagexFenty, and Chromat, was NYFW truly as inclusive as it could be?
I've always been short and have always been picked on for my height, standing at 5'1." People have thought it was okay to pet me, call me names, but I don't think that got under my skin as much as the inability to buy maxi dresses and pants without tripping over them, having to hem them, or not being able to grow in height.
It's been a solid year since I've seen my birth mother. If you've read my story Broken Promises, you would understand why. We've spoken over the phone, via text, all conversations lasting no more than one to five minutes. During the holidays, it was difficult, not knowing what to do. I've only just gotten to a place where I can speak to her as acquaintances and not have it affect me in a negative way all day.
It's been one month since I've been on antidepressants. Now if you know me, or read my article on medication (see below for it), you would know that I have always had a fear of taking any form of medication. Fear of how it might change me, how I would feel afterwards, and how I would act once I started taking them. But I had to accept what was and that was this: I couldn't control the chemical imbalance in my brain. I couldn't control the fact that there were things I wanted to accomplish in life and I felt like my body simply didn't live up to my mind's capacity. I couldn't control the days where I was feeling super low and the other days where I was erratically high and moving at all speeds. It was all very inconsistent and super depressing, so I caved. Or so it felt that way.