Tomorrow is officially October 1st, I can’t believe it!! I’m going on an adventure in new orleans at the end of the month—my first vacation all year, I’m super excited!! Also, I finished the first draft of my statement of purpose essay for grad school!! Now I just need to condense, and edit it…I’m so glad to be one step closer to finishing up the application process..Little by little, I’m making my way there. Anyone want to look at my paper?
October is finally around the corner! So I did a cute spooky fall themed shoot to show you all my versatile brand. My brand Little Ms. Aprill is all about positive representation for all kinds of women from all walks of life. You deserve to be celebrated, uplifted, and inspired to shine. Check out my accessory line that will have you looking and feeling your best!!
Sometimes, I wish my parent was black. It breaks my heart when I try to explain things that make her oh-so-uncomfortable-like the concepts of: white privilege, racism, cultural appropriation, and the like… and she’s just not hearing me. On my end, I’m just like I’m trying to share my experience and perspective with you, and you just can’t see it…How do you not SEE what I can so clearly point out. Then, saddened, I remember she’s not affected by such things…that’s how some of that privilege works, you don’t have to experience such atrocities in broad day light, and when you do…you’re apathetic. It makes me upset, I was trying to explain to her today why this white person’s dreadlocks made me feel some kind of way. And she just didn’t understand, why it was so wrong for the woman to wear her hair the way she wanted…And I tried to explain how it makes me feel like a joke, and just ughhh… I gave up because she didn’t want to hear it. Sometimes I just there was a better understanding… So she could see things from my perspective and learn from my experiences even though they aren’t her own.
On that note, I’m gonna need ALL the support I can get if I make it into graduate school and I’m the token black student in a cohort. My anxiety is already building up knowing that the profession I want to go into is 95% white women, I feel like there is no place for me… I just want to be heard, accepted, and make a space for woc to have a voice. I’m tired of being unheard, and being told I’m “too sensitive”…
yesterday after performing @ Afro Punk
// ps this is @rasisaflowers she’s a meaaaan make-up artist