This is for all the brown girls who were bullied for having dark facial and body hair, for having thick eyebrows, for eating ‘smelly’ food. Here’s for the dark-skinned girls who were treated less than their fair-skinned siblings.
I was that brown girl, and there are millions more out there. Stop with the shaming and the cultural appropriation.
This is for the girls that were bullied for having features that only fit society when they’re on a white girl.
Here’s to the brown girl who was shamed for wearing the bindi and her own cultural clothes.
Here’s to the girls who were shamed by not only strangers and classmates, but friends and family members.
These are our cultures. We are here to reclaim them.
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Summary: Betty’s first time in Paris with Jean-François
isn’t as idyllic as forethought. He takes her to the Louvre, and they find a
rather unorthodox way of relaxing and appreciating art (by which I mean sex, of
Warning: shameless romanticization of Paris and gratuitous French.
Second World War, many of the Louvre’s masterpieces were evacuated. Venus and
Ramses II were carefully wrapped up and carried to châteaux in the countryside. By the time the Nazis invaded, the
great museum was practically empty. Sure, the Germans reopened it, but it was
but an empty shell. Vegetables were grown in ornamental gardens and 16th
century buildings were damaged by bombs.
taken two years and major renovations, but the museum had reopened at last with
all its masterpieces in their rightful place. It’s not the Mona Lisa, however,
that was on Betty’s mind right now, but something far more trivial: what does
one wear at the Louvre? She imagined the museum to be filled with posh or cool
artsy people. She belonged to neither category.
inspected her outfit in front of the bedroom mirror. She’d remodeled a mint
green dress— shortened the skirt, removed the sleeves and added a white collar—
based on what Parisian women wore, but she still hesitated to wear it.
have bought a new one,” Jean-François said.
she never wanted to be accused of loving him for his money.
this.” He pecked the exposed freckle on her shoulder then finished buttoning up
his pinstripe shirt.
It’s been 6 months since this project started. It came as an idea late at night with a conversation among friends. The immense support that this has received even further proves the lack for a supportive safe space for marginalized communities to thrive because it’s no longer just about survival.
I hope more than anything this serves as the catalyst for POC to pursue whatever is that we want to pursue because we deserve that and to carve out a space that is so rightfully ours.
Basically, this is a drawn out thank you, so thank you very much. XOXOXO