Love to all of the Black women in spaces who are always told to be less black, less woman, be quiet and don’t take up too much space. There is nothing more psychologically damaging than attempting to break glass ceilings in places that you are consistently told that not only are you not good enough, but you’re also too much. And maybe I’m the crazy one for trying... Love to the Black women who are coming for EVERYTHING they said she couldn’t have. Love to the Black women who have to watch their back literally and physically during the entire time they’re at work. Love to all the Black women who’ve beat the odds over and over again. Love to my mother, a woman who never folded... no matter how much her workplace tried to break her. Thank you to her, my godmothers and my madrina for consistently holding me up in prayer as I navigate an industry that tells me over and over and over and over again that they don’t want someone who looks like me. Even though I’m one of the best to do what I do and am the first Black woman to do many things within that industry. I love saving lives in that industry, but I be wild discouraged because of consistently being told to be less of who I am. It’s me, I’m Black women. Sending love to myself... #iamcovered #incessantgrace https://www.instagram.com/p/B-E8tTWJ1nQ/?igshid=cl5s4amsl21c