God gives grace (favor, blessing) to the humble- 1 Peter 5:5
When we feel down and out, God is always there for us. All we have to do is call or cry out. He brings comfort, grace, and mercy. I know that we are all facing our own battles. Some larger than others, some real and some imagined. I am a super sensitive person(aka highly sensitive person). So everything affects me.
I just remember being a kid and crying and telling people that my whole family was Black even my dog. My family is diverse. I didn’t grow up with hate for a whole group of people. I hate discrimination. I hate hate. I want happiness and freedom for everyone. At the same time I know that it is not good for me to offer myself on the pyre for the sins of my ancestors. The only thing that I can do is do better.
I think that the people who know me, know my heart. The other day my friend said that we are all just trying to make it. I totally believe that. I think we are all just trying to make it to another day. I also think that showing kindness to others is one way to shine God’s light into the world.
So I have to work on not entering into internet debates because I take things to heart and it only winds up hurting me. I also have to just take a deep breathe and realize that this too shall pass. I have to accept myself completely and fully first before I can demand anyone else to accept me.
I hope that you have a great day.
This is why I hate the internet. So a friend posted something regarding a light skinned person’s take on colorism. I made a comment that the only hate I had ever received about my color was from dark skinned people. This comment included arguments or rebuttals from others. I stated that I try to support everyone in the community even though the community has not supported me.
So the conversation continued and then I was told that I can’t say anything because I benefit from privilege every day. I could not see how I benefited from the privilege. I mentioned that I did not see or feel the privilege. I was then told that I have to just accept that dark skinned people will hate me just because.
I think that is so sad. Obviously I did not do a good job of defending myself or my opinion. I just feel like people are going to have their opinions no matter what. It also doesn’t make sense for me to put myself into a ball of depression because black people hate me. As far as I am concerned, they will just have to join the club. Last time I checked, people outside of the Black community just saw me as Black anyway. That is why I don’t feel like I have some magic halo around me.
Now I’m sad and I hate the Internet. I think that if people can’t take the time to know within five minutes of meeting me that I am not their enemy, then that is just sad and too bad. I am too old to try and prove my Blackness to anyone. I was again told that I am part of the problem and that I can’t see past my own nose. I am also too old to get into debates with people on the Internet. How do I stop?
I guess I just forget that everyone has their own opinion and that so many people think differently than I do. I also forget that whenever I do voice my opinion, there is no one to fight my battle or have my back. So I always wind up feeling put down or bullied. I deleted most of my comments. I have to remember that just because there is a comment box, does not mean that I have to leave a comment or that my comment is valued.
Oh well, on that note, I am headed to bed.
I love yoga. It makes me feel strong. It gives me flexibility. It helps me clear my head. Yoga is awesome. I always encourage my friends and family to try it. I saw a big to do about an article about a black girl in a yoga class(written by a non black girl). I thought that the article was uncalled for. Of course people of all color do yoga. Yoga doesn’t have a color. It is for everyone.
So, I thought that I would have my famous twitter friends discuss it with the head of the magazine(because that is how they roll) and then someone responded to me that I needed to write a response essay. Oh please. Do you really think the head of the magazine that I have lost all respect for is going to read my article? No, because she never read my comments on her magazine’s website(where I was trashed and drug through the mud for talking about the affordability of healthy food).
So here is my attempt at an essay that does not involve curse words(yeah when I get really mad, I curse). The article was racist trash and I don’t think it should have been published. I don’t care if the poster child is a black editor(not all black people actually care about black people). So if you read the article and it made you mad, go do yoga somewhere else. In fact do a pose every time you think about the article. Do some deep breathing too. Because racists cannot speak for us. Yoga is for everyone. Yoga is universal.