How I Thrive in Spite of Whiteness

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I’d originally titled this “How I Survive in Spite of Whiteness” but it only took one sentence for me to realize that I have and continue to seek more for myself.

It’s all about the framing, isn’t it?

I used to spend my time writing about the horror that is whiteness. I would write about the constant lying and gaslighting. I’d write about the not so random violence that spews from them. I’d talk about surviving in a culture that thrives from consuming people like me. I’d write and write and write, purging myself of these toxins and releasing them into the wild.

While there is still a place for that, I’ve spent years saying what I had to say and I’m mostly over it. These days, I’m about chasing joy and doing things that nurture my caring and creative spirit. That doesn’t mean I’m one of those “positive vibes only” people cuz I hate that shit but I am more of a “what do I want to change for the better” type of person. I can’t change the world. Shit, sometimes I can’t even change my situation, but there are things I want to see and I’m willing to work to move my needle if no one else’s.

Now I create the things I want to see.

I want to see more fat Black women doing whatever the hell they want. So, I do whatever the hell I want. I share that shit widely. I write about it. I commission…