This video sums up my final decision beautifully!
So as necessary as it is for me to be social media savvy or up on my current events, it is just something that does not come natural to me. So like most virtual trends… I was late on the red equal sign trend and had to do some searching and ask a fb friend what it was all about.
After being enlightened I contemplated on jumping on the bandwagon. Initially my inner rebellious nature to conformity said Hell No! My impulse justification declared that my love is not defined by the the courts, marriage is nothing but an institution and …well, you know how the rest of the rant goes.
But after further reflection I concluded that I would change my profile pic because:
- This is NOT about love but about benefits, rights, and privileges
- This IS a legit form of activism for my generation
- This is a cause that will probably affect me (depending on who I marry…I’ve been labeled a “pansexual”)
- This is my way of using my voice to contribute to a conversation that needs to be discussed
And yes this is the regular process I go through when attempting to change my profile picture lol
Did you change your pic, why or why not?
I’m a proud 80’s baby, 90’s kid and TLC was without a doubt one of my favorite groups growing up! I’m pretty proud of the music I listened to back in the day… Maybe options were just better then, but it seems like the music I listened to was about girl empowerment and spreading a positive message… as apposed to, well…the alternative.
This trio deserves mention for seizing the opportunity to influence and empower the lives of the young women who listened to their music…Like ME
Tionne “T-Boz” Watkins, Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes, Rozonda “Chilli” Thomas
Crazy – Sexy – Cool
Why they were the bomb.com
How could you not ♥ this iconic group? They were fearless in being original with their baggy,” boyish” bright clothes and resilient advocate efforts for safe sex and equality for young girls! PROOF, that you don’t have to wear tight skimpy outfits to be heard or seen.
The journey to confidence
Self-confidence was a rocky journey for all three singers; each had to go through some trials to embrace it before they could promote it. Each attributed the struggle to her father’s limitations as a parent (an all too familiar reality still today). Lopez had an abusive father wile T-Boz & Chilli had fathers that were absent in their lives.
Girl empowerment message
The trio was intentional on the message they sent to young women. The group was uncompromisingly frank about sexuality—insisting that women can make the moves and draw the lines. But ultimately the most important thing was making sure that a young woman had high self-esteem and self-determination.
Last days of left eye
On April 25, 2002 at the age of 30, left-eye was killed when she lost control while driving. She was in Honduras with family and friends on a 30-day spiritual retreat. Footage she took with a hand-held camera, in the form of diary entries was turned into a documentary. In these entries, she reflected on her personal life and career. The documentary reveals an ire experience that is worth checking out.
Are there any other groups or artists today that are similar to TLC, with regard to their message to young women?
This is simply beautiful and exactly the type of woman we celebrate for embracing her phoness!
In honor of the first “Black Girls who Rock” post I would like to pay mention to Franchesca Leigh Ramsey AKA Chescaleigh… She is a self proclaimed comedian, designer, blogger and youtuber. We salute you for doing ya thang!
To all the brown beauties out there I’m sure you will find humor in this video…check it out!
It was my pastors brain child to do the Harlem shake video with the church ….So for yesterdays youth Sunday we got it in for the lord! Check it out and see if you can peep Alana and I doing our thang!
Of course there was controversy, that was to be expected!
We don’t have to justify or clarify because we know what it is…without further adieu Check it OUT!
A young Maya enjoying life
I guess you can say I “officially” embraced this idea of being a phenomenal woman about a year ago, when I tatted the words Phenomenally Me on by right shoulder. Now yes, permanently marking your body is up for moral debate, especially considering the essence of what it means to be a phenomenal woman… BUT the point is, that in that time in my life it was how I chose to express my public declaration of my phenomenal-ness!
Last Sunday my Pastor/teacher/mentor ended service by reading the poem “Phenomenal Woman” by Dr. Maya Angelou. He was making the point that The Time Is Now, for the community to make it our purpose of insuring that our young brown beauties know their worth.
Each and every girl was born to be phenomenal, in her own unique way, but life has a funny way of stifling our phenomenal-ness with lies, hurt, guilt, shame…the list goes on. I call my readers “phenos” to remind you of who you were born to be.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
I was amongst the Girl Treck Madison Chapter group that walked 100 minutes in the cold and rain. Because if she could walk for FREEDOM, we can walk for better HEALTH.
I almost didn’t go to the event because of the weather and the fact that my walking partners were MIA… But I am so glad I did!
This year my life has taken a new path to discover my best self and live my best life… As I walked alone I dint feel lonely, instead I felt a sense of independence and strength. I was proud of myself for staying committed to a cause that is important to me. I completed the 100 minutes with a sense of pride knowing that I have it in me to walk confidently in my purpose even if no one is by my side.
Things can change when black women walk together: We Are Harriet!