Charlottesville happened and I tried so hard to avoid being reminded of it. Trauma is a constant reality we have to face in the black community. Sometimes I don’t want to think about the people who hate me simply for existing, you know? I didn’t open instagram that morning. After the news broke, I logged out of twitter for the day. Then I get to work and was called the “n-word” by some coward of a customer.
I’ve never hurt myself. I thought therapy was reserved for people with real problems. Why should I seek professional help over a couple of bad days or weeks? I went to work and I got things done. Ya girl was fully functioning; I wasn’t like the people I’d see on tv with depression. But the first lie depression told me was I wasn’t depressed.
Working in the natural food industry has forever changed me. I recycle. Today I was excited about adding scraps to my compost pail. I even try to avoid processed foods. The girl that once ate anything now reads labels. *insert shocked face here*
All of that is relevant because now that I care about what I’m putting into my body, I’m also concerned about what I’m putting on it. I’m talking clothes, jewelry and accessories. For awhile I’ve been interested in sustainable fashion but the price tag and mystery of it all usually scares me away.
A couple days ago I was scrolling through instagram. While browsing the explore page I noticed a familiar face and my stomach dropped. Immediately I remembered what went down; the hurtful words that were said, the lack of concern for my feelings and I got annoyed.
This week is all about creating content, living my truth and supporting my ladies that do the same. Yesterday afternoon I sat in on a webinar hosted by Black Bloggers United and man, I have some work to do. I took notes and immediately after the webinar ended, I started looking at ways to collaborate and create a supportive community. In honor of that, here are some women on my radar who I believe are really shaking things up!
You can’t open a magazine without being bombarded by ads about hair. Cleaning it, changing it, or maintaining it. But this post is about body hair and our obsession with removing it. Let’s just face it, western culture has a really unhealthy relationship with body hair.
So I’m a professional organic farmer now. Or at least thats what I’m saying after volunteering at EarthDance Farm School. Tucked away in Ferguson, Missouri, EarthDance is a little farm with loads of history. What started as a family farm in 1883 has now grown into a non-profit that develops farmers and fosters the community.
I’ve been reading a lot of books with themes that touch on confidence and inadequacy. Lately, my levels of both seem to fluctuate and vary by day. I was in a yoga class one evening and it hit me. I have lived with myself for twenty seven years. For twenty seven years I’ve been strong. I’ve been caring, resilient and lovable. I know these things to be true. So why am I so caught up in what anyone else thinks?
Last July I told myself that I was going to take my health and fitness serious. Since then I’ve signed up for two gyms, an African centered dance class, and kick boxing. One silly thing that keeps me motivated (besides these gains) is feeling good about how I look. When I feel good and know my clothes look good, I’m just a little more enthusiastic about working out.
*Dusts off cobwebs from my blog*
I was doing so good y’all. I started the year off right, making regular posts and then bam! Life happened. Sorry its been a ghost town here. A lot of things happened last month.
There were jobs I applied to/worked hard to prepare for and didn’t get. I had a 10 day work week at my current job. I felt like the walking dead. I’ve been studying for this certification. Basically I have a lot on my plate, but the most exciting thing to happen last month was my sister in law’s baby shower. I’m going to be an auntie!
My brother is having his first child and the whole fam is going nuts. My mom has been asking about grand children for years and I’m pretty sure she’s more excited than my brother’s wife. Honestly though, it was a relief to be surrounded by family and not worry about work, bills or any other stressors. That little break was good for me. I feel like I’m in such a better place than I was in March. I promise I wont leave y’all hanging like that again.