No Fear

Lately I have been unraveling fear + dissecting how it has caused a wedge in areas of my life. How it has allowed me to listen to well-meaning individuals that refuse to take their own advice. I am convinced that my life + everything about it was the best thing that could have happened to me. Every. Single. Part. Hiding for years has ignited a power in me that permits me to rise into the woman I am destined to be. Being black + queer is everything despite the weight that comes with the obligation of it. It’s hella complicated!

I want the best for my children + I refuse to stand in the way of my ability to succeed because I just couldn’t humble myself + do the work! I desire to heal every inch of the damage inflicted in my life + my parent’s life. I intend to acknowledge every part of who I am because the world won’t let me forget it, so I proudly embrace it. So I speak like I have no secrets + love like I’ve never been hurt with the understanding that no one owes me anything.

The ego hurts you when you live in fear; forcing you to carry around shame until it resembles something recognizable, but it never does. So in this season I am giving myself permission to wear my story so that those who need a light know where to find it.