on any sort of genuine level, but this week has had a common theme that has struck a chord with me. I can’t do anything without being judged by my appearance.
I can’t walk around the grocery store for too long looking for the perfect snack without being followed by an employee.
I can’t go to a…
at least you had the privilege to make a conscious *choice* to be a part of that lifestyle. now imagine if you were a POC and had no say in the matter, ever. kinda sucks, don’t it?

