Losing everything and starting a life over can be a difficult task. I know this because I lived it.
As the new issue VOX Investigates: Immigration approaches, our Q&A with a Muslim Atlanta teen reminds us of the real lives behind the news headlines.
Before it became popular, shopping at thrift stores, now called “thrifting,” meant that you were sure to be subject to bullying and judgement often times due to the the stigma that you were wearing someone else’s’ throwaways.
Administrators asked, “How could your parents let you out of the house like that?” Leggings aren’t the problem. Talking to high school students in that manner and threatening not to let them go to class is what is truly distracting.
After embracing my authentic self during the span of an academic year, I packed my bags to head home — and, with my clothes, conditionally put away a part of myself.
I could hardly sit still in my seat on my flight to Spain. Once I got there, I often thought of the Latino and Hispanic people back home in America — and how some Americans mistreat them due to the language barrier.
What do waist trainers, butt lifters and booty pop cream all have in common? Women feel pressure to look a certain away and some products marketed to women can be damaging.
“What do you take medicine for, Kaleb?” Everyone darted their eyes my way. “I have HIV.” I had swallowed all that stigma along with my pill.
I wanted to spend the last week of Ramadan reporting on what I saw, heard, and tasted. I wanted to shine a light — a miles-wide, fluorescent, neon floodlight — on the positive that is evident every day to me in my community. I reported on Ramadan while remembering that no photo or soundbite can document the vastness of Islam in Atlanta.
I hated every second of my time in psychiatric treatment. I spent every moment wanting to leave, wanting to be rid of that place, and feeling confined. But I got something good out of it, too.