I wasn’t sure if I should post this on my personal IG or on here with @beautydisclosed. Lauren and I try to keep BD a place of positivity and uplifting content, but on my last day of being a partner at Beauty Disclosed (a decision I did not come to lightly, but after much thought, soul searching, and the need to be honest with myself, I know is the right decision at this point in my life) I feel compelled to share what’s weighing heavy on my heart. My peace is knowing that as I take step back from BD (amicably and still with much adoration for the brand and mission) I’ll know my last mark was a message that I hope you find honest and inspires change and awareness so that we may all work toward living in a world that allows us to live our most beautiful lives.
TBH, I wish I currently felt as happy as I did in this photo, just hours before I witnessed the aftermath of the looting that took place in our city last night. I woke up this morning hoping last nights images, forever engraved in my memory, were just part of a nightmare, but as we scroll through feeds, watch the videos on the news, hear the stories, we are, of course, reminded that this nightmare is our actual reality. I feel the frustration, sadness, and pain. I wish there was more I could do to help without being in danger- I don’t believe violence is the answer no matter how frustrated and angry one feels. We’ve signed the petitions, made the calls, donated, and will continue to do all that we can to support our black brothers and sisters.
As a child of two immigrant parents, Mexican and Dutch/Indonesian, I know that the world looks at my skin, my hair texture, and sees me as a brown woman. The love of my life is half black and half white. I’m aware that one day if we should be so lucky to have children, the world will also see them as black. When I think about the hardships they’d face throughout their lives because of the color of their skin or sexual orientation, it makes me feel selfish for even thinking of bringing a child into this kind of world. We just have to do better. I came across a tweet from a woman who wrote, “Question for the white folks on my timeline: What are you doing to make sure you’re raising children who won’t kill mine?” and I too find myself wanting to ask the same question. Racism is taught, it’s in our power to change the narrative starting with our own families and closest friends. As Nelson Mandela said so eloquently, “No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” So inform yourself and those around you, if you feel uncomfortable about how to have the conversation, reach out to the millions of resources out there. I urge you to click this link– I think it’s a great place to start.
I’ve been trying to think about the more immediate actions I can take in my daily life to help end racism and discrimination of any kind. I know that it’s time to stand up and not be silent around my peers, in the workplace, on my subway ride home, or in the grocery store when I hear comments or “jokes” being made to put down and belittle anyone because their race, sexual orientation, background or socioeconomic status. It’s time to call people out. So please, do not come around me with your “jokes” and racist, hurtful, ignorant comments about people who may be different than you, because I WILL NOT BE SILENT, I WILL SPEAK MY MIND. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.