I was in junior high when Destiny’s Child
released their first video: “No, No, No
.” I remember me and my friends, all the Black girls, seeing this different kind of Black girl, one we hadn’t really seen before. They all seemed like us but there was also something very Diana Ross–ish about Beyoncé
, even at the very beginning, where your eyes were drawn to her. You didn’t even really understand why, but you knew it wasn’t just about the vocals. I gravitated to all of them so easily and so quickly, and I remember thinking, “They’re like me. They’re like us.” I could see something of me in them, in her. They were our generation.