This might be hard to believe given the depth of my current reflections but in my teens & early 20s I was super shallow. I didn't even want to associate with people deemed unattractive. I also wasn't shy at all about voicing my opinions on looks, often in a hurtful way.
I've struggled with this internal conflict most of my life where on the inside I felt much more than just 'Black'. My inner world has always had a depth that I felt like my outer appearance wasn't allowed to express.
But what triggered me more is that, though everyone seemed to be in agreement that 'men are trash', no one seemed to care why - as if, being 'trash' is just an innate characteristic of being a man that was not worth investigating any further.
