One of the most significant changes I've observed is in her language and behavior. She's started to use AAVE, which has been a point of contention in our family. My dad, who is also white, has expressed concerns that she's "acting black" or "trying to be someone she's not." However, I believe that my mom's adoption of AAVE is a genuine attempt to connect with the culture and community she's come to identify with.
Over the years, I've watched my mom navigate the ups and downs of living with vitiligo. There have been times when she's felt defeated and hopeless, when the patches have spread and she felt like she was losing herself. But there have also been times when she's felt empowered and confident, when she's learned to accept and love herself for who she is. Watching My Mom Go Black