Read My Latest Essay: The Great Migration, Black Beauty Standards and Me

*peeks out from darkness*

…is anyone there?

I know it’s been a while since I was last regularly updating the blog. What can I say? I’ve been going through a lot of transitions since the last time I published something here. I moved to New York City (again) after saying I would never come back. I had a really tough experience the last time I came, so upon returning, I wasn’t so sure I’d stay. But upon finishing a 6-month fellowship at a company called Babbel (like Duolingo, but not free), I surprised everyone including myself by signing a year-long lease. Before signing that lease? I lived in two separate apartments. I left the first one because, to be frank, the energy was just not right. I was a bit bummed, because the place was in Crown Heights, a neighborhood I absolutely love. But alas, I packed up and took my things to a sublet in Bushwick. Bushwick is cool and all, but it’s not Crown Heights. I felt like I belonged there. But Bushwick did have access to oat milk, and cool roommates, so all wasn’t lost.

Then came a swift bunch of big events (thanks, eclipse season): I turned 23, I lost one of my longest friendships, I finished my fellowship without any work lined up, and I signed a lease on a new apartment with three strangers. And it was all rough during the process, but with this newfound hindsight I’ve learned that it was all for the absolute best. I am more intentional about the people I surround myself with. I have 3 awesome roommates who I can relate to. I just accepted a job offer that was crafted for me. I live in Bed-Stuy, where I also feel like I belong. Sometimes in the storm, we may lose our sense of purpose, but when you stick it out, the most beautiful flowers bloom. And I’m still blooming.

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As part of that blooming, I am so so so happy to say that I’m writing again! And not shallow writing, but writing from the heart. It’s so exciting! I wrote this piece thinking about how my personal relationship with beauty and beauty standards is not only influenced by my environment, but also my lineage and where I come from. I pitched it to a bunch of places and no one picked it up, but I’ve trashed pieces before when no one else wanted them and I’m not doing that anymore. Period. So I published it via my Medium account! I’d love for you to read and share (if you like, of course). I’m so eager to get back to creating the things that fulfill me, and this is just a small part of the greater equation.

The Great Migration, Black Beauty Standards and Me

There’s something about the beauty of a place and the people who inhabit it.

In the top of my closet, I have a big, purple box of everything I need (and don’t need) for my hair. Creams, gels, rollers, even a steamer. This isn’t unlike the collection in my grandmother’s hallway closet, except the fact that mine is much smaller. I grew up going to my grandparents’ home after school, spent most of my weekends there, and make sure to always visit when I go back to Detroit. That closet, a regularity in her home, informs a lot of what I know and believe about beauty. Sometimes, I would sneak and…….


And be on the lookout for more from me! I’m on a mission to marry my passions for beauty, travel, and cultural criticism. If you ever need a perspective on any of these? You know who to call. Oh, and yes, I’m back to blogging regularly. Gotta close the year out strong, right? 😉

Until next time,



2 Comments Add yours

  1. Thank you for sharing! Can’t wait to read more 🙂

    Instagram: @eleni_024

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sierra Boone says:

      Thank you for reading! I really appreciate it.


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