Transparency Post:
2025 Was Hard.
I haven’t been active on this blog—the same space that was once my pride and joy. Through BFS, I’ve met some truly beautiful Black women, and I want to be honest: I’ve carried guilt feeling like I may have let some of you down.
I didn’t want to write about leveling up, femininity, or becoming the woman of your dreams while I wasn’t fully meeting my own standards. That didn’t feel right.
The truth is, while I was still showing up in some ways—trying to stay consistent with my workouts, striving to live in my softness, and leaning on God—I was also fighting some very heavy battles behind the scenes. There were many dark days. Days when getting out of bed felt impossible. Days marked by heartbreak, body dysmorphia, losing my best friend, family challenges, and a constant feeling that I was never doing enough—or that I wasn’t enough at all.
Turning 30 brought its own weight. I struggled with feeling behind in life, not hitting the milestones I thought I would. I carried grief from deeply personal experiences, and there were moments where my mental health was fragile enough that I didn’t want to be here anymore. I felt alone, easily triggered, and pushed back into survival mode after working so hard to live softly.
I felt like I lost my softness for a while.
And because BFS has always been a safe space rooted in transparency and honesty, I couldn’t bring myself to show up pretending I had everything figured out when I didn’t. Leading this sisterhood while performing perfection would have felt hypocritical.
So this is where I begin again—with truth.
I’m not writing this to say everything is magically healed or finished. It isn’t. But today was the first day in months that I felt the pull to blog again. And that matters.
This blog has never been “just content” to me. It’s my safe space. My soft landing. BFS is my heart. And I truly missed all of you.
Right now, I’m rebranding and rebuilding myself—not BFS. BFS has always stood for honesty, growth, and grace, even when the journey is messy. Especially then.
Thank you for being here. Thank you for holding space. We’re still becoming—together.
With love,
Leah 💋












