I thought it was completely normal, until I realized that I'd lived my whole life as a lie.
I know I am a strong woman that refuses to take their shit, but on the other hand, I really need this job.
I can work five times harder, but it still won’t matter. I’ll still be the Black girl who gets pushed out of the spotlight to make room for Billy and Becky.
Let’s start with the moment I confessed my love for him.
I was told, “you won’t get married looking like that” and “boys don’t like fat girls” over and over again by my family.
As I stare at her, a thousand screams echo inside of me.
You're probably thinking, “Girl, you put yourself in this situation.” You’re right.
Beta, this is how it is. Beta, you just have to accept things. Beta, you live there now we can't do anything for you.
You have to talk about doing the do before you actually do it. I'm totally serious.
I felt awful about hurting my mother. I still do.
I was so desperate for male attention that I didn’t notice the warning signs as they came along. But I should have.
It's something that I still carry with me to this day.