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This Is Us

Or, a meditation on accelerated aging

Do you feel like you’ve aged exponentially this year? Or, better question: Do you look like you’ve aged exponentially this year? I do. And not just because of the pandemic, the recession, or the numerous existential crises facing our country.


This Is Us

A poem about beauty

A photo of a Black woman with flowers in her hair against a leafy background.
A photo of a Black woman with flowers in her hair against a leafy background.
Photo: Ezekixl Akinnewu/Pexels

When my dad delivered me,
The first thing he saw
Was a thicket of black hair,
Sticking out straight and wet,
Like fur on a freshly licked kitten.
It took a few months to curl into itself,
Grow quick as mint after rain,
Until it had to be gathered
Into soft, twisted bunches,
Always a few determined fronds
Trying to escape.


The cool thing about getting older is you learn what doesn’t really matter

Photo: Primoz Predalic/EyeEm/Getty Images

A bald man.


No, I don’t feel empowered by sparkly gold blow dryers masquerading as self-care

Photo: Monica Schipper/Getty Images

I heard a statistic once that said men think about sex every seven seconds. This seemed absurd to the point of unbelievability — until I realized that I think about my hair exactly that often. In fact, I think about my hair more than anything else in my life. If I know you — even if I like you, even if I love you — I probably think about my hair more than you.


The path to self-acceptance is paved with tweezers and good intentions.

Five years ago, someone said I had a beard.


A woman leans into my colleague, Karen. “Does she have cancer?” she whispers, pointing at me across the room, as if saying the words might put her at risk.


I knew what was supposed to happen that day. I woke up with it on my mind. My way of preparing was to take my umbrella to school — though the weatherman hadn’t said anything about rain. I brought it just in case I had to use it to knock somebody in the head. I’m not a violent person but it seemed as if the entire school were anxious for a fight. It was supposed to be between my friends and another group of girls who hung as tight as we did but who hated us more than we did…

Human Parts

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