Loving the skin you’re in. Hey September! I’m soaking up all of this beautiful black femininity. Of all shades. I remember growing up as a little girl, uncomfortable in my skin. Not just being a black female, but one of a darker complexion. I was just joking with my barber yesterday about how I had to develop a lot of character and personality to counter the reality that my complexion was not sexy during my adolescent years. The topic
i am power. Power is the capacity or ability to direct or influence the behavior of others or the course of events. Plainly stated: you can influence the course of events in your life. God gave us that power. To influence the course of events in our lives. I never understood that as a child. I was taught that everything is pre-determined, already written…so it made me unsure of the power of my existence.
i am alone. once i learned to accept this, life made more sense. it’s not an admittance of alienation nor sadness, it’s a liberation from a quest for finding completeness in others. because it wasn’t happening for me. i realized that companionship is not the opposite of loneliness, companionship is a feeling of fellowship…just that, a feeling. Intimacy, not companionship, is the opposite of loneliness. Intimacy is a different quest and one that most of
i am relevant. Someone recently asked me which celebrities were my clients. It was an assumption, not a question. That was their way of determining my relevance. Or even credibility. I simply responded “none really”. The everyday woman, the single mother, the superwoman, the minority entrepreneur, the dope artist…those are my clients. If a celebrity falls into one of these categories, cool. I don’t define myself by that. And I don’t feel like I must