Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

Last week, body camera footage was released showing an Orlando officer arresting a 6-year-old black girl after she threw a tantrum at school. It is heartbreaking to witness how black girls’ emotions are policed at a very young age. Our society has created a world in which women are sometimes afraid of their own anger out of fear of repercussions.

In my life, the slightest indication of anger was fraught with punishment. I sat in detention after my teacher declared that “I had an attitude”; I was written up at work for speaking up for myself. Today, giving myself the right to be angry, rather than feeling like I need to hide it, has been the healthiest release of all.

Although you can still catch me releasing my anger in a punk mosh pit or two, I’ve gotten to a place where I no longer care about how others perceive me. I don’t have to hide my “ugly emotions” to make others comfortable. My ancestors marched so I wouldn’t have to be palatable out of fear of being the “angry black woman.”

I went to a party that was supposed to be socially distanced. It ended up testing my boundaries.

I kept thinking, ‘Am I okay with this?’

Ruth Bader Ginsburg changed the country we live in. Now is our chance to honor that work.

It’s time to turn our grief into fuel for change

Coronavirus helped me rekindle my relationship with running. But it’s complicated.

When I was younger, I loved to run but obsessed over my weight