fuck yeah cool black girls!
the illest chicks of the african diaspora ~~~cool black gurls of tumblr and the world at large!
fuck yeah cool black girls!
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"May the space between where I am and where I want to be inspire me."
Tracee Ellis Ross (via dealll)
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notesonascandal:

alchymyyyst:

lustnspace:

1970s

oooooh you a baaaad mama jama

Whew, yesssss!!!
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blackfashion:

Submitted by: ohmaam
85 Quotes from Black Women To Inspire You
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sanelevox:

THE LAUNCH OF MY GRATEFULNESS SERIES!!!!
Good morning everyone!
Each time I log on to tumblr, I see a post from missturman who is publicly stating what she is grateful for, appreciative of, and generally good things that are in her life. I have enjoyed reading her posts. Reading them, I have also been inspired to start doing the same. I am super critical of myself, my work, and my relationships because I desire to be excellent in every endeavor I take part in; I’m a perfectionist. I’m deeply concerned about underserved groups, injustice, education policy, and language policy planning. I often overwhelm myself with what I’m doing, what I want to do, and my own limitations. I believe my grateful series will allow me to thoroughly reflect on my blessings, opportunities, and the grace I have received while simultaneously creating more peace in my life. I hope other women of color will spend some time reflecting on their blessings. Let’s step up our gratitude! 
GRATITUDE: DAY 1
I am thankful that I speak, write, and understand fluent English, one of the most powerful (albeit oppressive) languages in the world. I am thankful that I am a writer and scholar and am able to use my gifts of language in peace and justice capacities, that I can and will change the world with my words. Life and death lies in the power of the tongue. To be a Black American woman writer is an immense accomplishment considering that Black people were the only people in the U.S. explicitly forbidden to be literate and women were (and to an extent, still are) discouraged from academic excellence. I am grateful for the eternity of words, of literature, of change through the written word. I am grateful for it all.
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newwavefeminism:

I ran across this today and thought it was phenomenal and empowering =)
From Addicted To Etsy:

“I spent much too many years in my teens and early 20’s obsessing over my complexion, my weight, my nose, my hair and everything in between. It didn’t matter how many times my mom told me I was beautiful, it really never registered. I wish it didn’t take all this time for me to accept that this is who I am.
Something amazing happens when you really start to love and embrace yourself. The moment I stopped trying to experiment with lightening creams because an aunt told me I needed to, or hiding from sun for fear of getting darker, or getting a perm every other week, for fear of the tiniest appearance of kinky hair, that became the moment, I started to love my reflection. And I tell you, if you love what you see, other people start to see that as well.  I kid you not, I only started wearing shorts and skirts about 2-3 years ago. I can laugh at it now- how sad. Four years of college and I didn’t wear short skirts because of what someone may have said about their shape, size or the mosquito bites or the I’m too clumsy so I bang and scratch my legs everywhere scars.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m still a woman with good and bad days and I know there’ll be moments where I sit there feeling bad that I’m not some stranger or some person out there’s ill conceived idea of perfection; but now I’m in a place where I can quickly realize that it’s all really silly though.  I realize I can honestly work to improve myself, eat healthy, take care of my skin without feeling the need to CHANGE myself. It is one thing to work on improving who you are and another thing altogether to strive only to completely change what makes you YOU.
Not to get too philosophical, but we are guaranteed only one thing, and thats a limited time on this planet- whether you go early like some unfortunate ones or you live past 100. Our time here will end. Which is why in my limited time, I will wear shorts (scars be damned), I will get darker in the sun (still gotta get that SPF tho’), I will let the world see every nap, curl or kink in my hair, cos thats who I am, and I don’t have the time, energy or emotional strength to pretend that I am someone else.

There’s more at the link!
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