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I have beef with Black History Month.
I do not care that you are not a vegan. When I tell you I am vegan, I am not telling you because I want to convert you or force my dietary decision onto you. Frankly, I do not care if you eat meat. It’s the amount of meat that bothers me, and honestly, it should bother you too.
They say in college you can only have two out of the three: good mental health, social life or good grades.
Right now, shamefully, I have none.
Breath in for four counts, hold for four counts and exhale for four counts. Clench your toes and relax. Clench your teeth and relax. Clench your fists and relax. Remember to stay still and breathe slowly. Close your eyes and picture a moment that makes you happy, a concert that changed your life or a person you love. This helps me cope. This is how I get through the day in one piece. But it does not stop the panic attacks from happening.
I had become so used to the acceptance and inclusivity of a college campus I almost forgot that the world may not be as comfortable with people of different races being in a relationship.
It has been exactly one year and 30 days since I spoke to my first abuser.
“You are pretty for a dark skin girl” is the bane of my existence.