Becoming Her, Again and Again: Why Reinvention Is My Love Letter to Black Women
There are seasons in my life where I’ve had to burn everything down—beliefs, relationships, expectations, and identities that no longer fit the woman I was becoming. Reinvention stopped being a backup plan a long time ago; it became the blueprint. Every time I’ve started over, I learned that becoming “her” isn’t a one-time transformation. It’s a lifelong commitment to honoring the version of myself I used to whisper about in prayer, in doubt, and in quiet moments of clarity.
When the Vision Outgrows the Room: Expanding Without Apology
Growth will always outpace comfort. The version of you that prayed for entry into certain spaces will one day be the same version that recognizes those spaces can no longer sustain your purpose.
Honey, Sweetie - Our Race Matters & Your Colorblindness is Harmful AF. Signed, a Pissed Off Black American Woman
For the first time in my life, I got called a racist because I did not agree with an 1800-century minded Bible-thumping (yes, I am a Christian), colorblind, woe is me, “feminist wasn’t made for anyone - including the white woman” thinking, love conquers all even overt racial violence, arguably stating that everyone suffers the same - white woman.
This Is Me – No Apologies
So, if you’re here for polished perfection, this might not be the space for you.