Happy Black History Month!! While I carry a deep love for my people every single day, this month feels like a special time to pour extra into the ones who have my whole heart: Black women. I am the person I am today because of the women who raised me, inspired me, loved me, and even the ones who couldn't stand me. From the women who poured into my soul to those who taught me hard lessons, I owe my essence to you.
There is an infinite beauty in our complexity, and I love every single version of us.
I love the "ghetto" Black women—the ones who are loud, proud, and take up space with their joy and their hustle. I love the sassy, confident ones who never back down and the ones who own their sexuality and queerness without apology.
I love the "weird" Black women—the alt girls, the nerds, and the ones carving out their own subcultures. I love the ones who dress differently, think differently, and refuse to fit into a box.
I love the women navigating mental illness, those who are struggling, and those who use drugs or alcohol as they please—those living raw, unfiltered lives without asking for permission.
I love the rhythm of our AAVE and the way we speak our truth, whether we’re being nurturing and kind or sharp and blunt. I love the shy ones and the activists; the women rooted in faith and the ones still wandering, searching for who they are meant to be.
I love us because we are not a monolith; we are a universe. Whether she is polished or unrefined, healing or hurting, found or still searching—I love her. I love Black women in every form, every mood, and every reality, simply because we exist.
