How To Love Ourselves When Others Don’t Love Us [OPINION]
The last several weeks have been unsettling to say the least. Whatever your belief: #BlackLivesMatter, #AllLivesMatter, #BlueLivesMatter or all the above, the recent debates over the value of one’s life based on the color of their skin will eat away at your spirit.
“Growing up White,” as many people have “joked” with me over the years, I was raised by an all Caucasian family of nine brothers and sisters, with the exception of another adopted child (East Indian and Black). Despite the severe blow back my parents received for adopting “colored children”; or, the instance my older brother took me to the playground as a toddler only to return in tears after his “friends” condemned him for having a “n*gger” sister; or the label that always seemed to follow me around – she’s either “too Black” or “too White” to be down – I was taught not to see color.