“When I look at you, I don’t see your color,” my supervisor said to me. “Wait what? That’s not a compliment.” I responded. “Not seeing my color doesn’t disqualify you from being racist… Being able to see my color and not treating me any differently because of it, is what disqualifies you.”
When I started this blog, I wanted to remain anonymous. I’m not even on social media (that’s a different blog) You’ll notice that there is no mention on my blog of my name or even where I’m from. I just wanted to write. I didn’t want people who knew me to ‘gasp’ at my inner thoughts. I also didn’t want to be put into any category… more specifically I didn’t want to become “just another black girl.” But the conversation with my supervisor last week inspired me. I’m learning that loving and accepting someone comes with being completely aware of who they are and choosing them anyway. I’ve robbed you of that by not sharing me with you. So here I am folks…. This is me… Here goes…
Hi, I’m the Naked Writer but everyone calls me Mac. It’s nice to meet you!
My blog manager has given me a few questions to answer in hopes of you getting to know me a little better.
What advice would I give to my younger self about vulnerability?
If I could go back in time, I would have been vulnerable sooner. The quality of my relationships are better with it. Even as I spoke to a recruiter a few days ago, I was vulnerable in sharing my true ambitions (which was NOT staying with a company for 10 years), and I found that he was more excited to help me.
What has inspired this blog? The different topics?
Aside from everyone begging me to start one? lol. I wanted to create a space where I could share ‘real life’ and people would read and learn that they are not alone in the challenging spaces of life. The different topics typically come out of a reoccurring theme in my life, conversations with friends or what’s in my heart to share at the time.
Why do I write?
I write to sort through my thoughts.
How did I begin writing?
I began writing when I studied abroad in East Africa my senior year of college. It was my way of keeping my friends and family in the loop with my experiences.
What is my earliest memory of writing?
My earliest memory of writing, was in the 6th grade, I was 11years old, and my teacher said to me “You’re a good writer.” I was confused by her compliment and thought she meant, I had good hand writing. She corrected me, but I still didn’t quite understand what being a ‘good writer’ meant.
What is the hardest part of writing?
What are my ambitions for my writing career?
I’d love to do it for a living. I began studying journalism in college, but mom told me it wasn’t a real career because there was no guarantee people would buy my books. Ouch! Gotta love that woman for desiring the best for her daughter. She hoped I would become a doctor… Science was my least favorite subject. I’ve recently applied to some writing positions in Atlanta and California. Cheers to stepping outside of my comfort zone!
My favorite motivational quote…
He who has been forgiven much, loves much. -Jesus
My guilty pleasure…
Why should I feel guilty about something I enjoy?… But umm, to answer the question… Going to pick up a box of pepperoni pizza from a local mom and pop shop AFTER I leave the gym on a Friday night…and don’t forget the redbox!
Biggest Pet Peeve … Passive Aggressiveness
Favorite Hobby … Exercising & Reading – – – Sidenote: I’m also a Travel Junkie!
Beach or Mountains… Both
If there are any other questions you’d like for me to answer, feel free to post them in the comment section!
The Naked Writer
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