This photoshoot started out as a marketing reparation to my sister for keeping me blessed with flawless African print outfits. But in between staged candids and “playing” croquet against the backdrop of quintessential Princeton, I realized that our little afternoon distraction had become something greater than ourselves.
Over my time here, I have heard many black women on this campus voice out a feeling of invisibility, of forgetting their infinite beauty, of not quite belonging. We may all respond to this sentiment differently–by recoiling or conforming to this space, creating our own spaces to thrive in, or numbing ourselves to discomfort.
But I am of the strong opinion that you all belong here, you imprint your presence on this campus’ memory, and you tranform what it means to be a Princetonian.
Nearing the end of the shoot, an Asian tourist asked if her teenage daughter could have a photo…
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