Dear odd older White woman with a terrible tumblr blog who a few years ago, just stumbled across my blog –
I don’t care if you like me.
I actually don’t care if you think I’m beautiful.
I don’t care if you think I’m strong, sexy and intelligent and I especially don’t care if you consider yourself someone that loves me. Your imaginary relationship with me has caused you to have me — what some African Americans might refer to as — fucked up.
What I find phenomenal but not surprising is that you have followed my personal blog for four years and that you still think that I’m the kind of African American that might be receptive to a message from a White woman who wants to educate an actual African American on African American issues.
What’s even more ironic is that this particular African American that you want to befriend and educate has had over 15 years of experience as a social worker and a mental health professional. I don’t talk about my degrees on my blog because fuck credentialism. My education and work experience as a fat Black femme student and professional was one plagued by fatphobia antiblackness and ableism and I don’t blame people for not going to college to be beaten up and belittled by people with good intentions just like you.
