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‘Native New Yorker Frederick Joseph planned to give back to his community but he didn’t know what he would do. He finally decided on raising money for kids at his local Boys & Girls Club to see a movie. Joseph launched a GoFundMe page with hopes that he’d be able to send 300 kids to see the new Black Panther movie in February.

Joseph’s original goal was $10,000 but after 5,000 people donated, he’s raised more than double the goal at just under $30,000 [currently $40,323 as of January 12] in four days. He could never have predicted that it would go viral. The page was shared by multiple Twitter users, requesting follower support with donations from J.J. Abrams, Chelsea Clinton, and James Hill, ABC News reports.

It was recognized by people everywhere that the campaign is a cause worth supporting as the narrative of the new film could alter media representation forever. The Chadwick Boseman play the black panther is a prince, turned king, and then a superhero.

Dominique Jones, the executive director of the Harlem Boys & Girls Club, told ABC there are upwards of 1,000 kids from multiple age groups actively in attendance at her club, and if the cause is contributed to at its present rate, they may all be able to go.

Jones referred to Oprah Winfrey’s esteemed speech from the Golden Globes in which she discussed Sidney Poitier’s receiving the Cecil B. DeMille award in 1982.

“She saw that someone looked like her and other kids. When they see someone who looks like them, they see the unlimited possibilities. All of our beauty is on display,” Jones said.

In the same way, the experience of the new Black Panther film can set off a chain of events in a child’s life with its innovation. If a mogul’s career venture was induced by a moment that she witnessed on television, the possibilities are endless for the thousand kids that may see the movie.

“I knew I wanted to do something for the children, especially of Harlem, because it was a community primarily of color,” Joseph, 29, told CNN. “I said to myself, how can I get as many children as possible to see this film and see themselves as a superhero or a king or queen?”

“Representation and inclusion are legitimately essential pillars to creating dreams for yourself,” he added. “The children are the future. It starts with them,” Joseph said. “We’re just vessels trying to make a change.“


If interested, please go to: www•gofundme•com/help-children-see-black-panther

REPRESENTATION MATTERS!!! ✊🏿✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿✊🏽✊🏾


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Dear woman in the mirror,
You are beautiful.
Have you finally realized that?
I’ve been trying for eighteen years
To get you to see that
The reflection you bare
Brings joy to your peers

Dear woman in the mirror
Your skin glows without fail
Don’t be embarrassed
As the sun darkens its shade
Sport it with pride

Dear woman in the mirror
Your smile shines through the sky
But don’t be afraid to let it down
Every once in a while
And take time for yourself

Dear woman in the mirror
Hair length does not designate
Self worth
Your hair texture is delightful
Coils and curls galore
A halo around your head

Dear woman in the mirror
Your face sings songs
With and without makeup
Flaunt it when you want
But don’t force it every day

Dear woman in the mirror
Be comfortable in your own skin
Wear a dress or wear sweatpants
But not because of them
Wear it because of you

Dear woman in the mirror
Don’t feel like you have to be pretty
Every second of every day
Don’t get me wrong,
You are gorgeous.
But who said you had to be pretty?
You are you.
And you live for you

Dear woman in the mirror
Please accept yourself
Because I accept you

—  v // dear woman in the mirror
I hope the coffee you drink is always hot
I hope the music you listen to is always jazzy
I hope the bed you sleep in is always soft
I hope your mornings are never hazy
I hope the water you drink is always plentiful
I hope your horizons are always beautiful
I hope the books you read are always whimsical
I hope your nights are never too long I hope you are always good
—  m.n // “Do you wish these things for me too?“

What I absolutely hate is the fact that people shame me for being a fan of Scarlett Johansson… Yes, she has done some controversial things (Ghost in the Shell for example) but I can’t even begin to tell you how that woman helped me accept my body (I’ve always been curvy), my voice (I have a voice almost like hers) and myself as a human being.

I’ve always been bullied about everything body wise and it was tough growing up. She showed me that its perfectly acceptable to be a strong, intellectual woman who has curves and a voice that has to be heard. It’s because of her that I survived 15 years of verbal bullying in school and university.

I will not be shamed for what I like, who I like, who I am or what I love about myself.

Women are wild gardens. We plant in ourselves a portion of all that we see. And so love, peace, justice, romanticism, and anarchy grow equally in the space between our ribs. We defy explanation and we write our own stories so no man can trim the wild plants that take root in us. Our foliage is poison to the timid, the complacent, and the conformists. Above all, we are fertile. Our land, our hearts, hold the sacred utterances of all those who live. The spirits seek us out exclusively to tell their stories, for they know we will do them justice. We are the poets, the dreamers, the one half mad in love with ideas, the ones who hold stories in our bloodstream. The ripest of our mother’s fruit, our speech is the vessel of truth for all those who have been silenced by lies. We speak to break the silence and love to pay homage to our souls.
To love us is to know the world itself.
—  A.P. (4.2.16)

The story behind these photos and why I took them (random but whatever lol).
I hate that I’m so obsessed with my body. I always think negatively about it. It’s either my weight, stretch marks, cellulite, if my stomachs flat enough… And then it goes to “should I eat today?” or buying fat burning pills. It sucks :/.
It all started when I was dating a guy when I was about 17/18 and he was 23. He basically told me if I didn’t stay the way I looked he wouldn’t date me. So during that time I dropped down to 110lb and I thought I was happy. I wasn’t. I looked sick and felt like if I moved or bent a certain way I’d break in half. Long story short he cheated on me and we broke up and I was crushed. Cause I felt like no one would want to date me because of how I looked.
I’ve struggled with my body/weight for years cause I was so set on looking perfect. Lately I’ve been doe about my cellulite and stretch marks and how I shouldn’t model anymore because of it. What if they see my flaws and make fun of them? And with having bad anxiety and depression I don’t deal with body criticism well. I find myself looking at everyday girls on here and see how perfect they look and only wish I looked that good. I hate this obsession. So today I decided to throw something cute on and take some pictures to remind myself that I look fucking fine. I’ve been trying to remind myself that the right guy I find won’t care (hopefully) about my cellulite or stretch marks or whatever. So why should I care THAT much? Eating healthy and working out is all I need to do. And work on being happy with my body and forget all the negativity. ☺️

Если вы читаете этот блог с черно-белыми фото и высоким штилем языка и думаете, что я излишне пафосна и высокомерна - правильно думаете. Так и есть. Но не судите меня строго, почему-то эти черты у меня врожденные.

Когда мне было около трех-четырех лет, мы все лето проводили на даче. Природа, друзья, красота и dolce vita. И там у нас несколько поливалок стояло (знаете, в землю вкапывают, чтобы газон и кусты орошать - кажется, в те годы солнце светило ярче и было его, в целом, больше). Как бы сказать, самые обычные поливалки из какого-то OBI.

А еще дом был тогда еще в дачном русском стиле, с деревянной террасой, резными перилами и балясинами. Тогда много было таких домов в Подмосковье, а сейчас все уже давно перестроены.

А я же у нас умная девочка и слова умные жуть как люблю.

И зимним вечером, когда дома собрались знакомые и пили чай - а я мирно скучала - кто-то из гостей, задал мне вопрос. Смею заметить, что человек был для нас “новый”. Наверное, пришел с кем-то за компанию.

- Что же ты летом делала, деточка? - было мне сказано.

- На даче отдыхала - честно ответила я.

- А какая у вас дача? - продолжил спрашивать человек.  Очевидно, это была попытка меня развлечь.

- Ой такааааааая…- Остапа понесло. - Да вы в “жисти” такой не видели! У нас там - ФОНТАНЫ, а на фронтоне - ЛЕПНИНА, а еще стиль - А ЛЯ РУС.

Так как меня “понесло”, я не замечала, что с каждым моим словом глаза собеседника все округляются и округляются, а все взрослые замолкли и странновато на меня смотрят.

- Котик… хочешь мультики посмотреть? - наконец едва слышно произнесла мама.

Чем закончилась эта история я не помню. Но по сей день, когда я начинаю завираться и завихряться, мне рассказывают об этом детском подвиге.

Пишу и щеки краснеют.



this makes me smile :)