I hate being called Queen!

I got my first tattoo a few months after my 18th birthday. Freaknik was about to happen and I was a freshman at Clark Atlanta University. “Hotlanta” was about to house thousands of black college students, for our very own spring break festival, and I was definitely going to get my sex on. What better…

The Right to be Unpretty

For years my social media feed was a stream of nothing more than pic after pic of me screaming, “I’m pretty look at me and click like.” It occurred to me today when I was looking at my female cousins’ feeds that this is the same for almost all of them. I asked myself, “Why…