Sometimes we become so stressed and consumed with worry that we forget how to do the very thing that keeps us alive. Breathe. Do not forget to breathe.
Shameless
I grew up in the church. You could say it was a typical, southern black church–full of rules, regulations, and its own code of ethics. These rules initiated what would take years of therapy, introspection, and new environments to overcome.
I forgive you.
“I understand that forgiveness is more for myself, as it is the vehicle that sets me free.”
My Hair. My Soul. My Freedom.
Growing up, I hated my hair. I hated the kinks, the coils, and knots that formed inevitably. I hated the way it would defy gravity and turn into a ball of frizz on a warm summer day, especially after being straightened. Ultimately, this hatred for my hair was due to the hatred I had for my blackness and my culture. This is my hair story.