Liberal MP Celina Caesar-Chavannes kicked off Black History Month by writing a touching love letter to Black women.
“Even though we may have been distant, and I may seem far away, I love you and #ISeeYou,” Caesar-Chavannes writes in a HuffPost blog.
She starts the letter by admitting she hasn’t always been able to support her community the way she’s wanted — depression, anxiety and life have gotten in the way — but she wanted to thank those who held it down when she wasn’t able to.
he MP for Whitby, Ontario. has been vocal about her challenges with mental illness in the past and went viral last year after giving a speech on body-shaming in the House of Commons.“Body shaming of any woman in any form from the top of her head to the soles of her feet is wrong, irrespective of her hairstyle, the size of her thighs, the size of her hips, the size of her baby bump, the size of her breasts or the size of her lips, what makes us different is what makes us unique and beautiful,” she said last October.
I know that it has been a while since I last spoke to you. I seem to have just popped on the scene. Over the last 20 or so years, I have been busy raising a family and growing a business, and we have lost touch. I have not been to the barbecues, community meetings or get-togethers in my busy-ness.
Now, I know what you are thinking: “Well, Celina. We have all been busy, and yet some of us still attended the community meetings and gatherings.” Yes, I know. And that is why we (I) owe you a debt of gratitude. You stayed connected, where I did not. You sacrificed your energy, time and spirit, and we (I) owe you.
I have tried to reach out through my posts and blogs and speeches and the work I do, behind the scenes, related to policy. I have tried to break the status quo and talk about mental health issues, micro-aggressions and the fact that body shaming includes our hair, the size of our thighs, the size of our hips and the size of our lips.
I may not be doing everything you want, as fast as you want. I am trying my best. It is no excuse, but from time to time, my depression and anxiety get the best of me as I try to navigate this political beast that is very new territory for me. But reaching out is my way of saying that I see you, and through this position, I see you clearer than ever.
I see you, elder.
You paved the way. You have lessons to teach and skills to pass down, if only we would listen. Your wisdom runs deep, because it is connected to this land, our home lands and the mother land.
I see you, mom.
Single or otherwise. Holding it down for your children. Trying to protect them from the streets, and the institutions that keep them down and funnel them into prisons and foster care. I see you praying to God that HE doesn’t get stopped and carded, and that SHE doesn’t have somebody put her hair in elastic bands because it is too puffy — both actions damaging to their little souls. I pray, too.
I see you, wifey.
Loving so deeply and strongly that it hurts. Because you have a partner that you want to inspire, protect and support — and, at the same time, want to show the door any day of the week and twice on Sunday. I have one at home, myself. Love him fiercely one minute, then want to throw him out the next. But when I look into his eyes, all I see is love and my #rideordie.
I see you, corporate hustler.
Holding it down. Producing the results. Bringing the strategy to management, then to fruition, all while being second guessed, passed over for promotion and silenced when you face aggressive behaviour. I know what that is like.
I see you, entrepreneur.
Trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents. Trying to get your hustle going. Putting it out there in the hope that it will be successful and brilliant and everything you imagined. Hoping that they do not steal your idea(s), or pass your brilliance off as their own. Trying to get loans that may never come through. Investors that cannot see your vision, and nay-sayers trying to hold you down.
My sisters, in the face of so much, you rise, and I see you. I see your brilliance and courage and unconditional love.
I see you and the beautiful skin you’re in — black velvet, dark chocolate, jamocha almond, caramel latte (with a sprinkle of freckle) and all the melanin-rich shades in between that, kissed by the light, shine more brightly than the sun.
I see you when you walk into a room and the air has no choice but to gravitate to you, as you suck the oxygen out of the space.
I see you with your curves and shape. These may come with a price tag nowadays, but yours have been divinely bestowed, rightfully placed, blessed and cursed at the same time.
I see you saying that everything is going to be alright. I see you supporting me, even in our distance. I see you praying for me and keeping me in your thoughts.
I see you. I thank you. I love you. And this Black History Month, it is my privilege to honour you.
Love and hugs,
read full letter HERE