Black Women Are the Best
All women are pretty great, TBH.
Sometimes I question if there is a god. Today, we were given Jourdan Dunn’s T Singapore’s May 2017 cover. That answers my question. There is a god!
That cover! Say it with me: FLAWLESS. Some models are beautiful. Some are sexy. There is a very clear distinction between the two and, in my opinion, it is rare that you get both. She is both of those things and so much more.
Model, personality, mother, friend. Jourdan Dunn is a queen. After shocking the industry by announcing she was pregnant at the tender age of 18, I think some thought that would be the end of her career. But because she’s a Black goddess (and has been my #WCW every Wednesday for years), designer Jean Paul Gaultier created a custom look just for her and put Jourdan on the runway for his Spring 2010 collection. While she was 7 months pregnant.
Jourdan is just one of so many examples of how Black women are capable of strutting towards the victory line even with curveballs being thrown their way. I grew up surrounded by strong Black women and that helped shape who I am today in the most positive ways.
I probably owe the most to my maternal grandmother, Gloria. Most people called her Glo but growing up, I called her Ganny. She was such a cool lady. If you were a good person, my Ganny was good to you. Because of her, I learned what it meant to fully accept people for who they were and not because of their skin color, job or what type of car they drove. Living in a society where I’m so easily considered Enemy #1 for absolutely no reason, it was one of the best lessons I have ever been taught to see past the surface of a person.
My mom, who just so happens to be my favorite lady for 30 years running, taught me a lot, too. She was also a teenager when she and my dad started our family. Even though she worked full-time, she was always present and supportive. My senior year of high school, my parents decided to move homes. I was not in support of this as I had spent my entire life in one house, one home, one location. I didn’t want to move and so any task that cropped up in the new home was met with anger and resistance.
One evening, we were painting in the dining room. I was going as quickly as I could, clearly not doing a very good job. I figured if she saw how shit I was at painting, she’d let me go to my room. Instead, she stopped me and said 5 words that basically changed my life:
Take pride in your work.
Damn! From painting a wall to performing on stage, if I was going to do something, I should take pride in it. It was such a fleeting moment yet that comment continues to have an immense impact on me.
I don’t fully know how to verbalize what I want to say because this topic is so grand but I can only say thank you to Black women. The influence you’ve had on my life is immeasurable.
So, shout out to you, Black lady! You’s a queen and I hope you know it.