Dating black women in spain
It was a little bit funny, a little shocking, but wild.
Again, the representation of black women, or lack thereof played a large role in how I was treated.
I was able to learn so much about myself all while asking, “who am I if I’m not a Black woman? I walked through department stores without feeling the glares of storeowners following my every move.
I felt safe to walk the streets of Brighton by myself at 2 in the morning.
I pushed myself to try new things just for the sake of trying them.
For the first time in my life, I was able to explore the different parts of what make me, me.
I quickly noticed that the further east you travel in Europe, the less representation you’ll see of Black women in the media.
Studying abroad and being stripped of my identity forced me out of my comfort zone.
For 21 years, I had grown up in a country where saying that I was from that country wasn’t enough.
I was raised in a country with systems in place to make people like me feel like second class citizens, where people like me were reminded daily that we were in someone else’s home, where people like me were told to “go back to where you came from”. My initial goal for studying abroad was to find myself.
In England, I found myself caught between a rock and a hard place. At the time, I figured that meant taking a cool class and discovering a new found passion.
As an American-born citizen of Ghanaian immigrants, I felt too American to identify as simply Ghanaian, but had also spent my entire life being conditioned to believe that I was not “American enough.” So who am I? Fast-forward four months, and I was rebuilding my identity from scratch.