Destiny’s Child is all the wonderful things in the world. When I was amidst the horror that is puberty, the hell that is adolescence, DC was there for me with braids and bare midriffs. They gave me confidence, attitude and street smarts through their albums; I didn’t ever feel inadequate listening to them, just empowered. To put it most dramatically, they were my commanders of confidence and ambassadors of attitude.

The 90s could have sucked for girls who didn’t fit into the trendy “heroin chic” aesthetic mold; but then there was Beyoncé, Michelle and Kelly.

Those girls were powerful and independent and fierce and I can go to my grave preaching that “Survivor” is the best video of my time because they are dancing in matching camouflage outfits on ancient ruins and it makes NO SENSE so therefore it is PERFECT. What Destiny’s Child did through pretty fabulous complimentary-colored outfits, was teach me basically everything I needed to know about being a woman…