reinvent yourself.

Racism

I will never be able to understand and/or relate to anyone that dislikes/discriminates against someone solely because of their race. Being intolerant towards different races is both immature and ignorant. 

When people say things like “I don’t hate black people, I just hate ______” infuriates me. First off, the dictionary definition for the “n” word is: a derogatory name for a Black person. So basically they’re saying “I don’t hate black people, I just hate black people”.. Makes a lot of sense, right? False. 

Stating opinions like “I dislike people who act ghetto” is much more appropriate. By far, not all “ghetto” people are African American. Anyone can be ghetto regardless of their race.

My boyfriend is part African American. That is his heritage and helps make up who he is today. He is successful, hardworking, great athlete, and has a good head on his shoulders. Him being part black isn’t a disadvantage, it’s a part of who he is. 

I have had multiple encounters where I’d show friends that haven’t met him before pictures of us and their responses are along the lines of “Ohh.. he’s black?” or “I didn’t know you were into.. them” or my personal favorite “are your parents okay with that?”

My parents adore my boyfriend and don’t look at the color of his skin as if it’s a contagious disease. His skin color has never been an issue for me or them. I refuse to let people act like being black is something to be ashamed of; now being racially intolerant is. The color of his skin and/or anyone else’s skin doesn’t make he or she inferior and/or dirty. 

Next time you and/or someone you know says “I don’t hate black people, I just hate ______”, think about what you/they’re really saying.

I am tired of having such disloyal people in my life.

Live

When people continuously post blogs, pictures, and sayings expressing that they hate themselves and/or want to die infuriates me. After I’ve watched countless people fight to survive, it makes me angry to see those that want to take their own lives. There are people in third world countries over their heads in poverty, lost their homes, lost their families, starving, dehydrated, dying, broke. America is the most privileged country in the entire world; the place for new beginnings, opportunities, jobs. Yet how come everywhere I look on tumblr people are blogging about wanting to kill themselves, hating themselves. 

I just don’t get it.

When I went to Kingston Jamaica on a missions trip, I witnessed something that I will never forget. In that city the majority of the people living their have close to nothing. Yet they had smiles on their faces and craved life. 

Here in America the majority of us are so blessed, so privileged of everything that we have been given such as clean water, a warm/soft bed to sleep in, fresh food to eat. In so many other countries, those things are rare to have. 

Yes we all have our bad days and our good days, but it’s time to wake up and smell the roses. Life is a gift. We all have flaws. Instead of focusing on the little things you don’t like about yourself, embrace you. After all, you’re in a relationship with yourself for the rest of your life.