There was a time I hated the color of my skin. The brown shade that somehow, though different, was not good enough. How I hated the shape and slope of my nose. The curving thickness of my lips and the dark, kinky coils that rested on my head. Yes, there was a time I hated… Continue reading Black. Bold. Beautiful.
Battling Mental Illness. I remember the phone ringing and a few moments later, my name would be called out. “It’s for you.” Someone would say I would cringe and in a panic, I would pretend that I didn’t hear anything. But they would just keep yelling out to me. “You have a phone call.” I… Continue reading Battling Mental Illness.