I’ve been spending the last week reading and listening to people who have experienced racism firsthand, and will continue to do so. I want to educate myself and be better.⠀ ⠀ I also want to do something tangible to help my community in the small ways that I can. As a photographer, I want to offer my services to any BIPOC in Charleston who would like a headshot session for free! I know it’s a tiny thing in the grand scheme of things, but I want to offer what I can.⠀ ⠀ The session can be held anytime between now and August 6th, but must be booked by June 26th! DM me for more info!⠀ ⠀ Thanks to my Instagram-friend @aimeenguyenphotography for the inspiration!⠀ ⠀ Like I said, it may not be the biggest thing, but if we all do what we can, we will see change in this world.⠀ ⠀ Please share this post with anyone you think would be interested!⠀ ⠀ #charlestonphotographer
This child is my entire world. I’m not an anxious person in the least bit, but thinking about him ever getting hurt, physically or emotionally, makes my heart tighten. And then I think about how mothers of Black children must feel. Their fear isn’t just for their child getting a boo boo. It’s fear for their child’s life. As a mother of a white child, I know I can’t even begin to imagine how it feels every day to be scared for your child’s life. That is heartbreaking. That would be exhausting physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually.⠀ ⠀ Mothers of white children, we have a job to do. We can NOT let the next generation be like us. They HAVE to be better. And it’s our job to teach them. Buy books that have diversity. Watch tv shows with characters who don’t look like your child. Have dolls with different skin tones. Wanna get really crazy? Put them in schools where not everyone looks like them. (Yes, I’m talking to myself here too!)⠀ ⠀ As a biracial woman whose skin in white, I think I have a unique roll to play. I benefit from white privilege, even though I’m biracial. I’ve spent the last few days educating myself, and I will continue to do so. I don’t want to use my biracial identity as an excuse to not take action. It’s not enough the part of me is Black, or that people I love are Black. As someone who benefits from white privilege, I must take action, I must educate myself, I must listen.⠀ ⠀ Half of my DNA is white, half is Black. Half of my family that I love is white, half of my family that I love is Black. This little white child of mine is 1/4 Black, and he will grow up to be proud of that. I pray every day over him that he will grow up to be a kind human being.⠀ ⠀ I’m intentionally not putting any hashtags on this image because this is not what needs to be showing up in newsfeeds. This is a personal post as a reminder to myself that I want to grow, that I want to stop being lazy and making excuses, and that I want to love better.
Black lives matter. It’s a shame that that even has to be said.
I’m proud to come from a family that looks like this. I’m so thankful that I grew up loving people of different races. It reminds me of this song by Nicole C. Mullen called “Black, White, Tan” “Momma looks like coffee, Daddy looks like cream Baby is a mocha drop American dream All the colors of the rainbow are in her family tree Woven all together in a paisley tapestry She holds real tightly to her parents' hands Baby loves that woman, baby loves that man And her soul gives a smile 'cause she understands That love is black, white, tan.” #blm #blacklivesmatter #letuslove
I love me a patterned dress and a classic solitaire ring. One of my favorite parts about showing up to a wedding day is seeing how the dress the bride picked out shows off her personality. Whether it’s a more traditional shape and color or something more edgy and dramatic, it’s always fun to see how all the details come together for each individual bride!⠀ ⠀ #charlestonweddings #weddingdress #engagementring