The most infamous line in The Devil Wears Prada:
I don't remember when it happened, but I remember the shift in myself; everything got a little happier, a little brighter, a little better.
It's been a little more than one year since I embarked on my burlesque journey. What began as a casual Wednesday night workout has blossomed into an intensive training opportunity with an expanding community of women from all backgrounds. It is as much a part of my identity now as my occupation as a writer or my love of pizza.
"I'm just not attracted to girls with short hair."
My senior year of college, I had a breathtakingly beautiful roommate from Syria. She had soft olive skin, a great physique, and outrageously long eyelashes. She also had a beautiful head of hair, but we only saw it while behind the closed doors of our apartment because she—like other Muslim women—would cover herself as a sign of modesty, protecting her crown of glory. Within the first week of sharing our living quarters, I asked her to teach me to wrap myself. She graciously agreed, simply asking if I was I Muslim.
Park Nicollet released a report with some staggering statistics about body image in young women including:
What is beauty, what does it really mean to be beautiful?
I am an introvert, keeping to myself and avoiding confrontation. Yet, no matter how hard I try to blend in with the crowd or fade into the background, others always have something to say about my appearance or personality. Men and women both objectify me. Perfect strangers are just as guilty as long time friends and close family members. The comments range from painfully obvious observations ("Hahaha, you're so short, LOL") to erroneous assumptions (Wow congratulations, how many months 'til you're due?). I'm judged for every aspect of my being, from my petite stature to my voluptuous curves, from my ethnicity to my bisexual identity, from my physical appearance to the way I spell my name. I try not to dwell on other people's opinions, especially when they don't even know the real me. However, the human brain has evolved over centuries to be social, to care about our reputations, to crave acceptance and unity.
The year is 2018. Hip-Hop is the most listened to and the highest paid genre in music, and being Black is a trend. Who would've thought? Especially after the many years of dehumanizing and demolishing the Black image. Even though this is still present today, what's changed? The role and presence of the Black woman, just to name one.
There’s always been a love-hate relationship between myself and my hair and it wasn’t until I was 17 that I decided to go natural. Growing up I hated getting my hair done and the entire process was so painful, I literally cried every time my mother did my hair. When my mother would mention to me she was gonna do my hair I would pray she would forget and not do my hair. Then, once I got around my teen years, that’s when I made the decision to get a perm in my hair. I literally thought it was the best thing to ever happen to me and my hair... and somehow my tender headedness (I don't think that's a word...) went away after getting my first perm.
“Competition between women has been made part of the beauty myth so that women will be divided from one another”—Naomi Wolfe, Beauty Myth (p.14).