Growing Up As An Alternative Black Girl

Big Joanie stand on stage mid set.

Did anyone really want to be popular as a teenager? I mean it would have been nice to experience life with perfect hair, teeth and skin, a natural disposition to do everything right, be loved by humans and animals alike and generally seem to have no worries. That might have been nice but, to be honest, it looked so boring when I was a teenager. As a chubby, awkward black girl growing up in the deepest, whitest area of Britain, I knew I was never going to be seen as normal enough to be popular so I never tried.

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Stephanie Phillips

Freelance music journalist and musician. Wishes she had more time to bake. Perpetually in search of the perfect hot chocolate.

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