Daughters of Color

In light of recent events, primarily the Olympics now being held. It has drawn my two Daughter's attention, who are People Of Color (POC). The first topic of discussion in our home, was Simone Biles. It was her ability to think for herself under immense pressure. Pressure many may not understand, nor may encounter at such a young age or at all in their lives.

The difficulty to make a clear-cut decision on such a notable international stage as the Olympics, is at the very least horrifying for anyone. Now add in the fact she is a woman of color. Let me give you some insight. I've been a professional in three sports. The criticism some women may face, those who are unsupported can be great (I understand much of that). Yet, even if you have great support of family and friends, there's still this cultural pull that you some how, amazingly without any effort of your own attained a high level in athletics. And that you owe everyone else who didn't get there any and every anticipated performance scheduled.

What Simone Biles diplomatically and graciously expressed was that she is a great athlete who is also human. That she is not owned. No one owns her. She owes none of us her life nor limb.

So, as my two daughters grappled with this idea. My oldest mostly, wondering was it acceptable. Which over a few dinners she realized that self-preservation is the most logical decision. That your health and well-being should never be sold. Because when it is, the world will be void of who you could've been, especially if you decided to acquiesce the critics.

Thank you Simone for refreshing and giving US a clearer view of self-care and preservation for all, yet especially young women. Young women were watching and it mattered. ---Jody-Lynn Reicher

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