I am a migrant. To remain myself is a test of courage these days. It is not always easy to be a black Italian woman. I love my native...

Paranoid. Broken record. Can't you talk about something else? Are you sure they weren't just saying that and stuff? Nothing can be said...

It is eight o'clock in the evening. The national news is on television. There is a debate between high-ranking politicians, all men of...

As a black woman I do not represent other black women I want to make it clear, I am not positioning myself as a spokesperson because of...

Your curves your sex life your aesthetic choices your hair that grows or doesn't grow your clothes your hairstyle the colour of your...

As a woman I know that I often tend to apologise for no apparent reason I try to justify my choices or needs as if they are not valid in...

I am 30 years old I could pretend nothing happened tell you that age doesn't matter that it's just a number and it is true Being 30 Has...

We live in a world where White is socially advantaged compared to 'others'. This is not an accusation, but a fact. We talk about skin...

I feel lucky in friendship if what they say is true, that we choose our friends then I have very good taste My friends are a wall a...

Do you know Google translator? Don't lie, each of us has used it at least once, there is always that word, that phrase, that moment of...

More than once she has noticed her strange behaviors. She asked her if everything was okay at home, she always replied with a smile. But...

Do you know the memory of the body? you know why in some moments it's a gesture a look some music and our body reacts unexpectedly...

Nothing can be said anymore it was just a joke It's just a word you know what I mean oh well but it's not racism I say it to have a laugh...

I love being a woman the complexity of our being fascinates me I love our body sinuous curve imperfect work force linked to the elements...

A tiny foot touches my elbow, a light hand caresses my breast. Her lips, a flower that opens and closes on my nipple and with a satisfied...

As a child, like all the girls of the 90s generation, I had dolls. Nice dolls. Maybe even Barbies, I don't remember well, what I remember...

Every time someone says this to me I want to scream: a part of me dies. I tried to find a simple way to explain it but the truth is that...