There are so many layers…
where do I even start?
To be a bipolar, black, female and plus size person in America is not only a unique and challenging experience, but an unknown one.
Unknown. Unheard. Unspoken.
Not even thought of.
The label that most black women like me receive are all the age-old stereotypes that society slaps onto our foreheads without a lick of hesitation – outraged, angry, bitter, mean, unstable, uncivilized. We even get called animals.
But, is there more to our story? Why must we stay silent about our experience?
Does anyone care?
For me, I plan on shouting to the fucking rooftops.
Yes, I am bipolar. I am not sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.
Yes, I am black. I am not sorry if you do not like the color of my skin.
Yes, I am female. I will never believe that my worth is less than that of a Man.
And YES, I am plus size – and I am NOT sorry if fat people frustrate you or get under your skin.
I am here to stay.
NOTE: I apologize for never posting the video for this piece! I haven’t had the time to record, and that’s my honest answer as I run this blog. However, stay tuned, videos are in the future 🙂 For now, thank you so much for following me on my journey! I will continue to post content just for you. ❤
Until next time…