Movie Review: DOPE


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Ummm Taylor, I’ma let you finish, but DOPE was the best movie of all time. (Or at least 2015… Can we at least give it top 10?)

Look I’m no movie expert, but I have to tell you that this movie gave me all the feels. I’m going into this review completely blind, because I don’t want any negativity to corrupt how I’m feeling just moments after finishing it.

If you’re even remotely into exploring the concept of how society and surroundings construct a pathway for young men of color, then this movie is for you. It touches on everything from drugs, education, sex, humor, racial divide, violence, friendship, and there’s even a healthy dose of romance. There’s so much going on in the film, that if it weren’t done exactly how it was, it would be nearly un-enjoyable.

Pro tip: If you’re scared of boobs or twerking, do not watch this movie.

Before going any further, can I high five whoever casted with such brilliance? So many big names, that did not for one second outshine Shameik Moore is his first leading role as Malcolm. He was genius. Am I even qualified to say that? Not at all, but he was. So just take it from me, the girl sitting at home alone on a Friday night. Yup, totally know what I’m talking about.

My favorite (and if you are sane, will also be you’re favorite part) was the ending monologue. It came at the perfect time. Since the movie was starting to feel predictable in the best kind of way, it was filled with a hefty dose of sass for an otherwise wholesome, good time. I especially enjoyed the shooting dagger of white dominance right at the end. It hit me right in the gut and made me want to tear up, but I chose instead to raise my fist in solidarity just like Judd Nelson at the end of The Breakfast Club.

Bringing it all home was the music. Some of which, I have to admit, I already owned. Regardless, the homage to all the amazing hip hop artists both old and new, made me wish I had taken music history in college. It was beautifully written and not overdone.

Man! Do I have nothing but good things to say? Maybe I could find some negative qualities if I took the time to stop being so jazzed about it, but I won’t. It was great. It’s on Netflix. So why are you still here?

Go watch it. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll raise a fist.
… and eat some cake while you’re at it.


Izzi Marie

Eat Cake

Photo on 3-7-16 at 11.18 AM #4Every self-love journey is different, yet we all share a common goal. We are FIGHTING to love ourselves in a world that strikingly contradicts it.

I thought that this journey was near completion for me. While I knew that there would always be “those days”, I thought I loved myself enough. It’s only fair considering how far I’ve come since the ripe age of fourteen. Then again, life has changed. People have grown and the world attempts to adapt with it, no matter how many steps behind it is.

I guess my real story starts six months ago, when I randomly stumbled across the love of my life. (I promise to tell that another day, it’s a good one.) You see, it just so happens that I’m fat and he’s not. In the theme of honesty, I have to admit I didn’t understand it at first. I’ve preached for years that it doesn’t matter what someone looks like, but I still find myself staring at this beautiful man and wondering why he chose me. I’ve literally conditioned myself to be unworthy of love, even after it’s been thrown in my face.

I could write for days about all the negative and horrible commentary I’ve heard since we’ve started dating. I could tell you about my nights filled with tears and self-depreciation. However, I am fighting to change my life and in doing so I have to fight to change how this world thinks. Humans, who choose to de-value my relationship based on my body shape, will not alter me. I refuse to give into my fears that this earth is made up of bigotry and hatefulness. I already know that the world can be made of my childhood nightmares, but I also know it can be so much more.

The plus size community has shown me inspiration and thoughtfulness during my personal journey. I have been lifted on the shoulders of angels who do not know that they exist. I have learned to fight back in moments of self-doubt. I have been reminded that my actions, my words, and my life can make a difference.

I am angry that a handful of body-shaming people ever allowed me to question myself. I cannot express how much I hate predictability and this selfish hatred on the plus size community is as predictable as it gets. I don’t know about you guys, but I’d rather be a trendsetter, than a statistic.

Let’s blow their minds & let’s eat some cake while we’re at it.


Izzi Marie