Through the ages, women have been defined by men, religious constructs and systems and have accepted it. Times have changed but women are still, in many different ways, being restricted and defined outside of who they really are. Black women laid and still lay, in some ways, at the bottom of the boiling pot. Black women are told that the few freedoms other women have are beyond their reach. When I was younger, I was told that a girl of my colour could not wear bright colours. I was told I was not beautiful because of the depth of my black skin. I was told I could not stand up for anything positive. I was told that I meant very little in the greater scheme of things. I was told to fade into the background. Forget I existed on my own, for myself. Now that I'm a little older, I know that I was lied to. I know that I am beautiful. That I can wear whatever bright colour I want to. I no longer fear standing out. I no longer fear the skin I'm in. I know now that those who lied to me were victims of a system built to instill into people a hatred of women and most of all, women of colour. I know that I can define who I am. I have chosen to be strong. To be vibrant. To stand-out. I define myself as intelligent. As beautiful. I can succeed. I will succeed. I do matter. No matter your race, sexuality, gender, spiritual affiliation, nationality, know that you define you. No one should have any control over how you see you. Know that you are intelligent. You are beautiful. You matter. I am a woman, full of colour, and I define me.
The question isn't who's going to let us, it's who's going to stop us.