Monday, December 12, 2016 | By Rosie Chuong

Editor's Letter: The Worst Thing I've Ever Believed

Editor's Letter: The Worst Thing I've Ever Believed

Editor's Letter: The Worst Thing I've Ever Believed

Editor's Letter: The Worst Thing I've Ever Believed

AS MENTIONED IN A PREVIOUS EDITOR’S LETTER, after falling in love with Man Repeller’s writing club, am attempting to incorporate more of those topics into the editorial calendar. Scheduling of topics are sometimes chosen at random to challenge my writing, way of thinking, and to allow room for writing about time-sensitive concepts. Today’s writing prompt posed the question, “What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever believed in?” and left me in a blank state until Saturday night when I attended Freedom & Fashion’s REIGN fashion show as their press relations manager and my creativity was unblocked. After experiencing so much stress regarding the firm’s office move and figuring out how transitioning will work, among other factors, the event helped put everything in perspective.

That night, I was finally able to meet Monica in person, the girl I had ghostwritten an article for that was recently published on Darling Magazine online. Her sheer bravery has moved me in more ways I can count and her influence is still trickling certain thoughts and ideas in my mind. I was also able to put a face to the participant’s of Freedom & Fashion’s 2016 fall/winter program, which served as a reminder as to why we were all there-to celebrate their overcoming of various social injustices. Lastly, I was face-to-face with another press volunteer I was working with these last few weeks. She nonchalantly mentioned her deep connection to the cause and I was caught off-guard with how CASUALLY she shared it. Her total ownership when she told me what she has overcome immediately created a sisterhood between us.

And I realized, although certainly not the WEIRDEST, but perhaps the WORST thing I’ve ever believed, was that my voice, layered with its own stories of overcoming, could not be expressed nor impactful if I were to use it. As a child, I was already writing one-dimensional poetry and writing in a journal, which truthfully was only textured in documenting my childhood crushes. I began using and developing THAT matured voice in my teenage years when I discovered hip-hop and spoken word and realized I could share my writing anonymously online. It was at this same time when I had my first boyfriend, who discovered me through my writing and appreciated the experiences I shared through poetry.

His appreciation is what empowered me to continue utilizing my voice as a mechanism for moving masses. For liberation of the bountiful and boundless mind.

Some of us choose to wear our hearts on our sleeves and be openly vocal about our life experiences. My demons live in my writing. And they die the minute that pen meets paper. Intentionally. What I witnessed Saturday night, that sheer bravery and total ownership from these individuals, THAT was the perfect reminder that we all have overcome something and that we all have the ability to propel our triumphs into something bigger.

It was a reminder that I cannot-WE MUST NOT EVER BELIEVE THAT OUR VOICES CAN BE SILENCED.

I encourage you to take a moment to think about that one bad thing you believed, about yourself, or about another human being, and how that has influenced you for better or for worse…

Eternally,
Rosie Chuong

 

PS – if you remember that I mentioned I would provide tips on how to be a better informed donor, here’s the article I promised now published on Darling Magazine online. Also, previous editor’s letters.

Photos: Brett Spencer | @aleksandersiradekian | @in_and_outside_london | @nicolettareggio