I agree that we should focus on the beauty of her life and the strides she made towards uplifting the overall self-esteem of black women. But I think knowing that it was suicide is very telling of the truth. What the carefree black girl movement doesn’t always note (maybe purposefully) is that it’s not always that easy. There are a lot of black women fighting depression, and we don’t always win. It’s hard, and people don’t really know how hard. We always have that “strong black woman” persona and to see this may be constituted as weakness in the black community. But the truth is sometimes we don’t always feel that strong. Sometimes we hurt more than anything else, even when trying to uplift our sisters. I don’t really know much about her story but I am sad to hear this. May she rest in peace.
As a young artist, I seek to be a modern day griot. I focus on telling stories that redefine and re-appropriate “BLACK AMERICANA” - highlighting and finding the beauty in the contradictions - pain and pride within “our stories.” I’m hoping to discover and re-claim the beauty within MY own.
I am an Artist. I was born this way. I always wanted to be a model but my 5’-5” frame and “many imperfections” would quickly dash this dream. So, I figured I could be upset (which I was - I was devastated), or I could change my definition of “model” and how I viewed myself.
I created a different type of “selfie.”
I created this series where I, the “non-model,” am the focus of every shot. I saw each picture in my head and set about creating the entire image - from my make-up, to each dress, heels, accessories, and backdrop - and with each shot, I (re)created my definition of beauty. I (re)created how I see myself.