this…this photo, man. it has all the greatest hits.
1.) Squishy toe-beans the size of your thumb.
2.) Fuzzy spotted catbutt
3.) Pink snootnose
4.) Adoring expression shootin’ lovebeams into your very soul
This image has been floating around the internet for a few days (weeks, months, who knows?) and when I saw it for the first time.
This image struck me.
It felt like I’d run, 60 mph, straight into a brick wall.
POW! Right in the kisser.
Bloody face and missing teeth.
It felt like I’d been hit by a bag full of every feeling of self loathing I’d ever experienced.
And here it was; embodied in a single photo.
Here is an image of one of the most vulnerable individuals imaginable.
Here is a little girl.
A little girl who will grow up on a society where her words and thoughts are rarely valued and frequently contorted.
A little girl who is taught that her sex/gender/sexuality/body/reproductive organs/what have you make her dirty; something that she should be ashamed of.
A little girl who will grow up with nearly impossible societal standards of what kind of person she should be, what she should look like, and how she should present herself in certain company.
A little girl who will grow up in a society designed to make her feel as inadequate as possible in order to further corporate growth.
A little girl who will grow up and spend her life comparing herself to every person she sees, every celebrity on the front of a magazine, every person she sees on the internet…. every person she deems better than the person she is.
A little girl who will always question her self-worth based on the opinions of others and take to heart every mean-spirited thing that she hears and sees, while completely undervaluing every compliment and remark of admiration because she feels undeserving.
Here is a little girl,
in just her underwear,
trying to make herself the idea of what society has told her beautiful.
Here is a little girl trying to cut her beautiful self to change into something she deems more beautiful and more worthy, something she has been taught that society has been deemed more beautiful and valuable.
This is a little girl who hates what she is, and may not even know why.
A little girl who knows no better than to underestimate how wonderful she is because she is not that, in that picture.
Here is a little girl
and this little girl is me.
This little girl can, has and will be all girls, all women (and yes even men).
This image is powerful.
This image has resurfaced every feeling of neglect, inadequacy, and self-loathing I have ever felt for myself.
Every day is a struggle.
Today is a struggle.
Tomorrow will be a struggle too.
All I ask is that you please remember that you are worth it.
Will: Carlton, carlton, I understand that you’re scared, man, but the world can be a scary place. Just got to learn to deal with it.
Carlton: Yeah, well, I found my way.
Will: That’s not you, man. that’s them.
^ i remember this episode i cried while watching this
Me too. 😢
This episode had me in tears, man. Like, you really knew the characters were growing from this. I loved how it was comedy and still touched on issues that affected Black youth. We need more shows like this on television.
You gotta think, the whole concept of this show was Will growing up in a bad neighborhood where shit like this happened all the time, and Carlton grew up in a life of privilege and sheltered from this kind of life, and I think Will was crying because he came so close to seeing Carlton go down the wrong path and end up like some of his friends back in Philly.
Damnit, y’all… Damn.
But ya’ll be like Will can’t act.