I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We’ve been taught that silence would save us, but it won’t.
You cannot escape the fact that women mould your first five years, whether you like it or not. And I can’t say I do like it very much.
When we create out of our experiences, as feminists of color, women of color, we have to develop those structures that will present and circulate our culture.
Can I just say here how much I hate the word ‘pamper’? While pretending to celebrate and indulge women, it actually implies that their bodies are so revolting that even their ‘me time’ must be dedicated to turning them into living dolls if potential suitors are to be prevented from running screaming in horror.