To the Many Brown Girl Mary Annes the World Loves to Forget

Thanks to Netflix’s reimagined version of ‘The Baby-Sitters Club,’ I got a glimpse of me again

While mental health practices have sustained me in quarantine, the toll of racism has been this albatross that feels impossible to coexist with — this year, especially. From wincing at the performative tweets of people who have been directly racist to me, to feeling like I’m less than enough when it comes to my value, intelligence, and beauty — more so than I’ve ever felt in my life — I needed a complete reset. Thanks to Netflix’s reimagined version of The Baby-Sitters Club, I got a glimpse of me again: The hopeful, shy, tiny me, with a tote bag full of Ann M. Martin’s series and my belief in an ultimately good world.

I Need Mary Anne of ‘The Baby-Sitters Club’ Now as Much as I Did When I Was 13