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Personal Narrative: I Am The True Black Woman
Two of the worst things you can be are extremely shy and extremely tall. The shyness and anxiety make you want to become a small ball, but you can’t do that when you’re twelve and 5’9. These overwhelming emotions made me want to quickly disqualify any and everything that brought attention to myself. So that made journalism seem like a non- existing option. However, I continued to write because that’s what I loved and even if I couldn’t pursue it I needed to write because it was a part of me. I decided to attend a high school that specialized in all things communications, not because I magically thought journalism was for me, but because I wanted to go to a school where no one knew me. This was one of the best things I could’ve done. In the center for communications, I learned the ins and outs of writing academically and for a publication. I learned how to separate you on screen persona from your …show more content…
I am a baller alert and shade room fanatic and it wouldn’t be odd to find me flipping back and forth between the gossip Instagram and the New York Times. I want to follow and report on black celebrity news, but also tell the stories of my silenced people. My goal as a journalist is to show the public the true black woman, the true black trans woman, the true black trans man, and every narrative that is ignored or pushed aside. To begin this journey as a storyteller, I hope to attend Columbia University’s J-School or the City University of New York’s J-School after graduating from Spelman. I then hope to further my career as Editor in Chief of Variety and a senior contributor for Ebony, Essence, and other prominent black publications. I want to work for Variety because I want to include black Hollywood in a publication that only talks about us when we have the big box office ticket. Reporting on major movies and entertainment is great, but there are wonderful things happening in black Hollywood that need to made

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