"Not everyone can see it, but those who can know there is no beauty like that of a brown-skinned woman when she is beautiful: the velvet skin, the dark hair like a cloud, the dark eyes like deep wells to drown in." -The Wedding, Dorothy West
when im walking i get so self conscious about like how fast/slow/weirdly im walking i overthink like are my arms swinging too much does it look awkward when i put my feet like this I HATE WALKING IN FRONT OF PEOPLE
I wanted to find my own identity and be autonomous at the same time that I wanted to find a mate who would rescue me, who would provide and protect. Of course I wanted to be able to provide for myself. Just in case that did not happen, I wanted the luxury of backup. I was not a free spirit. I wanted to blend old-fashioned values learned at home — which cautioned me to be conservative, take care, and be responsible — with New Age spirituality and radical idea of freedom and choice. No matter how much I might have longed to free myself from a sense of responsibility to the collective good, to family and community, I was psychically bound. I had the strength to rebel, but I did not have the strength to let go. I was, like generations of women before me, split, torn between two competing identities — the longing to be the liberated, independent, sexually free woman and the desire to settle down and be domesticated. Whereas my mother and her generation had felt torn between their longing to be good wives and mothers and the desire for unique self-expression, I was torn between my desire to follow the dictates of my inner self and my distrust of that self.
— bell hooks in Communion: The Female Search for Love (via daniellemertina)