waking up to myself

I am here waking up to myself. It is as if I came from a long slumber, where who I was, who I became, was predetermined by the circumstances of my life the pain caused to me and the forced moulding of white-supremacist education. In that slumber, there were moments of joy and laughter, it…

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Vibrant Faux Fur. A look. A Forever Mood

The only thing that has kept me from crying out at having to go through winter twice this year, has been my unexpected style evolution. While I have still retained my avid love of bright colour and headwraps, less prints have been showing up in my recent faves. At first I was so hesitant, as…

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