Caro || Issue 1
caro is a perzine in the truest sense: a public journal, an outlet, and a voice. this is an introduction.
caro is a perzine in the truest sense: a public journal, an outlet, and a voice. this is an introduction.
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I know that the manic-pixie-dream-girl trope isn't seen as<br />
very feminist but you have to understand that-to reference<br />
Kerry Washington- it's not often that we as Black women get<br />
to be seen as beautiful, delicate, eccentric, otherworldly,<br />
and fey, even when we have those traits! So it's a step up<br />
for me to even be considered a MPDG, you know?<br />
There’s this...feminine persona that is widely appreciated<br />
and I see that it’s a part me a part of who I am. I identify<br />
with that narrative. But I also realize that few others<br />
see this persona in me, the way I do. I caught and still<br />
sometimes catch myself trying to massage away the aspects<br />
of myself that stopped others from seeing the manic pixie<br />
dream girl in me (my fatness, my blackness). I remember<br />
walking in this park in my town after I'd gotten off work<br />
and it was the perfect place to do a photo shoot. I was<br />
seeing myself in different dresses and poses and honestly?<br />
It was a lot of stuff that, I felt (feel) would never happen,<br />
and even if it did it wouldn't look the way I planned<br />
and would basically be an utter failure and I would be a<br />
pitiable laughing stock. Not because the visual concepts<br />
were shitty, but because I was too fat, too black, and too<br />
broke to ever pull it off. And it just dropped into my mind<br />
that I never got the chance to be the girl I wanted to be.<br />
I’ve been using the phrase “the girl I am and the girl you<br />
want me to be" over and over for the last few years, and I<br />
finally understood what I myself meant by that. Between the<br />
girl I am and the girl you--whoever “you” is; my mother, my<br />
family, society at large--want me to be, I never got to be<br />
the girl I wanted to be and... That was a hard revelation,<br />
you know? I'm 25, I never got to be the girl I wanted to<br />
be, and now that chance is completely gone. It hurt. I managed<br />
not to cry but only just. That revelation felt like an<br />
important part of my had died. After a while of trying to<br />
keep my composure, I just thought, "Well, what about the<br />
woman you want to be?" And I had to resign myself, you<br />
know, and about face. That point in my life is gone and it<br />
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