What is troubling, however, is a belief that rejection of one aspect of a lifestyle is a judgment against all who embody that aspect. I have at times felt like a cultural traitor for rejecting an essential element of my parents’ diet. I think people who look down on me for rejecting meat may make an assumption that I might be looking down on them myself, that I might be in concert with the condescension that comes out of my own movement.
Being mindful about what we eat and taking those moments to slow down is just the type of self-care that every black woman needs. So, if you have the means, try out a different way of eating to see what works for your body. You might be surprised.
Mucha gente se ha preguntado ¿cómo puedes transicionar si no eres ni hombre ni mujer? ¿Hacia qué transicionas? La respuesta es diferente para cada persona no binaria. Todes somos válides en nuestros cuerpos y géneros. La forma en que nos vemos, vestimos y cuidamos a nosotres mismes debería ser la que nos haga felices. Puede ser una lucha, tanto para personas cis como trans, amarnos a nosotres mismes y a nuestros cuerpos
Fat is a feminist issue because fat women are embodiments of what our patriarchal society insists that women should not be. Fat women take up space. We appear to lead bad lifestyles that make us bothersome. We are thought to be less pleasing to look at. Fat women are made to be less credible and more invisible than our thin counterparts.
As a Latino growing up in the suburbs in the South, I walked through a lot of nice neighborhoods afraid that the wrong person would think that I didn’t belong. I’ve gotten a lot of long looks and short twitches from some older white folks. I don’t need too much imagination to comprehend what it’s like to walk into certain spaces and fear for one’s safety, to wish one could be treated with the same surface-level cordiality given to everyone who happens to be a part of the dominant culture.
I have stretch marks on my arms, on my stomach, on my hips
And with the lip service I’ve been giving probably on my lips
I have stretch marks on my back, on my chest, on my brain
As my mind keeps on containing all the shit you keep on saying
My sensory issues affect most moments in my day. They affect my life choices and my decisions, both in the moment and in the goal-setting future. They affect the people with whom I spend time, the brands I select, the type of employment that I choose. In short, my sensory issues affect my entire life.
I have never experienced racial prejudice, but I have experienced bucketloads of racial privilege. As the experiencer of said privilege, I could probably have gone on for years and years without realising just how much privilege I have access to, and I have no doubt that there is still a whole lot I am not aware of.
In my experience, cis people tend to assume that they will be able to tell that someone is trans — that we will look a certain way, with certain “in-between” characteristics that will give us away. This assumption can be harmful in numerous ways. Some trans people “pass” as cis, but not all trans people pass, or pass all the time. People who pass can be put up on pedestals, provided as examples of what trans people “should” look like — or, at least, aim to look like.
The lessons of my childhood were complex and vital. My parents never told me what they thought about sacrifice or diligence. Instead, they showed me with their everyday actions. Yet, my parents’ selflessness did not teach me to be selfless. It taught me to be selfish. And it taught me that my selfishness is a gift I must always treasure.
Si tienes barriga por un embarazo o porque has engordado algo al paso de los años, ama esa parte de tu cuerpo, es parte de ti. Es parte de tu historia, de tu viaje. Nadie más en el mundo tiene una como la tuya. Para practicar el amor radical a uno mismo, tenemos que amar cada parte de quien somos.
It’s not as simple as “visibility bad” or “visibility good.” It’s important to celebrate our presence and our courage, and equally important to acknowledge the cautions we take to survive. An out trans woman is a beautiful, powerful force, but she is not any more valuable than her sister in the closet.
I had a hard time coming to terms with my racial identity as a kid and a teenager. I knew what I was, I knew what my parents were, but I did not know how I could be who I was without constantly having to explain myself. I would tell people, from time to time, that I was just white, or that I was just black, but no one quite believed me.
I became very uncomfortable when my son said I was pretty. Instantly, I thought of the many reasons that it was imperative that I tell him that I am not, lest he think I am conceited and trying to climb out of my proper place at the low end of the social pool.
I’m of the opinion that compassion, a genuine sense of sorrow for the suffering of others and a desire to alleviate it, should be a standard virtue, like respect or empathy. Radical compassion goes a step farther, leading people to act with compassion when it is not only inconvenient, but also difficult or dangerous.