In a deep personal conversation I had with a male, I ended up finding out more about him then what I needed to know. One line that stood out within this conversation was when he blatantly told me, “You’re a hot black chick, and I have no complaints.” In that moment I thanked him for the compliment, but did not realize the underlying insult that came with this statement. By this man telling me that I was a hot black chick, it basically implies the alternate saying, “you’re hot for a black chick.” Now I don’t want to totally discredit this guy, maybe that is not what he meant, but how many times have you heard the aforementioned statement specifically attaining to the African-American population?
Hi there, I’m bestlittlelion92, and this is my life. In case you’re wondering, I have not spoken to that man after the little incident. Situations like this occur daily with not only the way people view me, but my own negative responses in the mirror. Trying to conform to the typical beauty standards placed here in America, is exhausting, and quite frankly I’m tired of consistently getting on the ladder, just to be pushed down by some lame ass excuse for a compliment. I joined this blog because like I said, I have a lot to roar about, not only about how our society views women, but the intersectionality of race and gender. To be honest I am still trying to find my niche in feminism, but one thing I am passionate about is taking past teachings within the Black Feminist Movement and incorporating them in my daily conversations.
I stumbled across this blog post the other day from Black Feminist Rising that points out some of the occurring themes relating to beauty standards. So just real quick, open up a tab, type in beauty in Google search images; there are very few minorities in the rows. I never realized this until Black Feminist Rising made me open my eyes to reality of the beauty standards placed on women. There’s this since of always being thinner, younger looking, and of course lighter skin. Focusing on the different standards that our society has created for women, especially minorities, is something that really fascinates my inner writer. I personally can say that I have been there,
feeling insecure because magazines did not feature enough women of my race, or wanting to straighten my hair to fit into more of the white beauty standard, or simply being jealous of my white blonde female friend because more guys wanted to dance with her at parties.
I also need to be very clear and say that I’m not trying throw a pity party for myself, or blame all the beautiful white women out there for these standards; in all honesty the way media portrays beauty it’s hard for any us to jump on the pedestal. My main focus on ShoutOut is to not only be a voice for women, but also be a voice for African-American women; hopefully this voice will be heard.