I’m not sure how many time I’ve watched this video, but it has to be no less than 50 times. And without fail, every time I see it, she brings a smile to my face.
I have no idea who this little cutie is, but everything about her–her little ballet leotard, her tights, her glasses, her infectious smile–screams happiness.
Perhaps she reminds me of a time when I was a little Black girl unburdened by the weight of being Black and female in a world that views both as a slight. Perhaps I covet her confidence, her freedom, her energy.
Whatever the case may be, this little child is pure magic–Black girl magic–and I love it.
I wish I could bottle up her little juju and sprinkle it over myself whenever I’m feeling down or unsure or beat down by being a Black woman in this world. Unfortunately, I can’t. But I have this video, and sometimes, it’s enough.