reclaim your voice.
Trigger Warning: Mentions of suicidal thoughts and depression . . . My depression began at the age of twelve. I remember looking up one morning after I had washed my face wishing I were dead. It seemed that a tired dejected little Black girl’s face followed me around. Only her face has now grown into…
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Featured Illustration: Vero Romero “Thank you for submitting to ‘X’. After careful consideration, it was not chosen for publication. This does not reflect the quality of our work.” “Thank you for applying for our research position, but we cannot offer you a position at the moment.” More often than I would have liked, I had…
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I was a self-absorbed child. Grasping for the steering wheel to follow my own route, disregarding others’ inclinations. The need to exert control over all aspects of my life was dizzying, and losing the reign was not an option. How could people treat themselves so lightly whilst doom mounted inside of me? I had always expected…
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I find that being an intersectional feminist in the real world is exceptionally difficult because you can’t correct every racial slur and every sexist comment. Speaking to ignorant people is as productive as speaking to a wall; I actually think you would find that speaking to a wall is far more tolerable. I am a…
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When I was young, I would run around my backyard playing out imaginary scenarios. I remember my mind feeling a lot “lighter.” I felt freer, as it should have; I was only a child. Now I am twenty — I don’t really have a backyard to run around in, and my mind feels a lot…
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