Black History Month Stories

For Black History Month we are letting our incredible, strong, and inspiring content creators do the talking. 



I am proud of many things in my life but one of the things I’m most proud of being is a Black woman. In a world where people think being black should mute you, I say stand out and be Black and proud!


I celebrate Black History Month by being myself. Living my life as an unapologetic fat black woman is one of the numerous ways I honor my culture. Loving yourself for who you are is a radical act and I will continue to push and honor those of the past by continuing to fight for my future.


“Sing a song full of the faith that our dark past has taught us. Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us.”

Did you know that the James Weldon Johnson song “Lift Every Voice and Sing” is often referred to as the Black National Anthem? I remember learning it as a little girl and wondering why we needed another anthem. And then I listened to the lyrics and I understood. I love my country. I love that I’ve had the privilege of growing up in a place where the idea of life, liberty, and justice for all is what we strive for. But I think most of us here can agree that the “for all” part needs some work. That aside, Black American History, like most cultures, is a colorful tapestry of the darkest of terror to the most jubilant victories—from our ancestors being shackled in piles of their own excretions on slave ships to the election of President Obama and everything in between. From the Revolutionary War to our many contributions to art, history, and culture in America—can we really sum it all up in just one month? It can be painful, and it can bring up feelings of shame and guilty or even resentment, but it’s also so incredibly beautiful. We are a strong people who have both overcome a lot and contributed so much to this beautiful country. So when you think of JFK, think of MLK too. When you romanticize the “roaring 20s,” remember the “strange fruit” about which Billie Holiday crooned. And when you dance to pop music, celebrate the black artists who laid the foundation for music and dance we love today. Black history IS American history. I’m celebrating all year long.


“The most disrespected person in America is the black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America is the black woman.” However, we still find a way to walk this earth with our heads held high. To my fellow queens: I see you. I love you. I love Us.


Being a Black woman, I strive to be able to be a positive voice for my daughter. To love her hair, to love part of her heritage, and to be comfortable with people no matter their skin tone or abilities. I am also a huge proponent of both women doing business and people of color doing business, so for this black history month, take the time to seek out a black owned business and purchase from them. Many woman are doing amazing things, and we should be there for each other, and support one another. If we don't have our backs, then who will?


Blackness doesn’t define how I move in the world but it often defines how others think I should be able to move. So I define my role by exceeding definition. I celebrate black folks as religion. We bathe in melanin and watch as the sun turns our pores to honey. I find inspiration in me and shine bright for the mahogany skinned black girls who rarely see themselves reflected in the world. I add my voice and uplift the many black voices that need to be heard. I am a black queer fat womxn. I am we and we are me

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