Fetishized to Freedom: What I Learned from Being the Only Black Girl
The reality of often being the only Black woman in the room, and the inevitable consequences that brings, informs much of how I see and move through the world.
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Tension was familiar, it was a part of every home I’d known until then. My body, I knew, was not my own. The physical abuse I suffered before being adopted, and after, left scars on my body that are still with me today. My mind was the only safe place, where no-one could enter.
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