Dearly beloved, we are here to celebrate this thing called Black Woman...
As one who always identified simply as a woman in the earlier part of my life, finding the intersectional identity of black womanhood for myself has been life-transforming.
Since blackness was never a tangible identity in Nigeria, where I grew up, the vicious brand of patriarchy there always tried to remind me that I was “nothing but a woman.”
At age 16, completely unaware of my blackness, I moved to Canada. Although my skin is black, funny as it may sound, I did not know that I would be seen as black. I had assumed that I was still just a woman. See, as a person of color, no one forewarns you that you are not given the humanity to identify yourself. White supremacy violently hands your color identity card with disdain so it becomes something to be ashamed of.
I struggled with my otherness for so long until I discovered black womanhood. I found it with my sisters, my friends and the internet. My world changed when I discovered that God was a black woman on Tumblr, and learned about Black Girl Magic on Twitter. I witnessed all these black goddesses reclaiming beauty standards, causing gigantic brands to reckon with blackness, destabilizing longstanding exclusionary narratives about womanhood, changing the civil rights atmosphere and leading visionary ideas in their respective worlds. I was shot into a trajectory of pride, power and possibilities.
My journey of black womanhood has consisted of reclaiming my own story and re-establishing my worth. Now, come misogynoir, misogyny or racism, I simply rejoice in the reality that I am a black woman!
Eniola Hundeyin is a fashion and textile designer who is passionate about womanhood. Follow her on Twitter @EniolaHu and subscribe to her Youtube channel at Eniola Hu.