Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

I had to highlight this blog post because, what else? It’s brilliant, Holistic Wayfarer, is amazing with her 3000 followers and her gifted writing style. Also her topics are PACKED. As in this post she talks about Race again and how it affects us with short little stories from some of her readers including her own. She loves to highlight others on her blog, which is such a nice thing to do, so please take a look at what she’s doing here. 🙂

A Holistic Journey

Race. The colour of my skin, the flare of my nostrils, the texture of my hair, the S of my backside. I am none of these; I am all of these. Race. My mother is caramel, my father pure chocolate, and I am hazelnut. They taught me that education and excellence would open any door. I believed it; still believe it. Race. Raised in Nigeria, I live in The Netherlands. I temper the directness of the Dutch with the verbosity I think Nigerians inherited from the British. Race. When I look in the mirror, I see a girl, a woman, a lover, a wife, a mother, a friend, a sister, a mentor, a coach, a writer, a warrior — all I have been, all I now am, all I will one day be. When I look in the mirror, I see me. What if my father were Australian and my…

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