In a piece for Clutch magazine, Sara Bivigou admits that while she wears her blackness with pride in many ways, she has a difficult relationship with it aesthetically.
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I donโt care that Kevin Hart likes to make โjokesโ that women the same colour as me have bad credit. Just as I didnโt care that Lilโ Wayne mused in โRight Above Itโ that a certain black woman would โlook better redโ. I donโt care for Young Bergโs pool test. Or that Tyrese believes going with the best means omitting black women. Or that Ne-Yo thinks โall the prettiest kids are light skinned anywayโ. Taken individually these slights seem too ridiculous to consider. I donโt take them personally, I tut at them, I brush them off.
But when I think about what these single ideas add up to, of course I care. How could I not?
Iโm crushed by caring. Because they perpetuate an understanding that to be a dark skinned woman is to be less. These ideas build themselves into assumptions and ways of treating women with as much melanin as me. I care because I already know dark skinned women are likely to receive longer prison sentences and less likely to get jobs when qualifications are equal. I care because too often our bodies are used as backdrops or props (i.e. Bella Padilla on the cover of FHM, โemerging from the shadowsโ). Think of how often you see women the same colour as me as surly, head rolling, loud-talking, finger-snapping comic relief (think Pam from Martin). I care because grotesque representations like Makode Aj Lindeโs cake/performance art seem to be the only consistent representations of dark skinned black women. I also care about light skinned black women, who are women of colour too, and I do not want to continually feel set against them.
Read Sara Bivigou's entire piece at Clutch magazine.
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