Above Par, because it’s how we are raised.
This modern era, and really as far back as the 1990’s, the story of the copper colored woman in America, has gone from queen to hoe, in -30 seconds. From the rappers that coined the terms, to the ladies who now girate to music that degrade them, we have moving in the space trying to main our loyalty to the Zora Neale Hurstons, the Dorothy Dandridges, the Ida B. Wells of us. The woman of Faith, the CeCe Winans and Shirley Ceasars of us. The ones that value home, and mental health, the ones with prayer rooms, and holistic recipes.
We have had to be like warriors to resist the influence. Not just to protect ourselves, our bodies and our innocence, but also for the young ladies that come next.
Hopefully we are willing to have generational conversations that can discuss issues of joy and pain as we traverse together with our mothers, sisters, aunts, cousins and daughters. To grow through the traps, obstacles, abuse and mishandling a lot of us go through because of the images, the mind control and the media enforce pseudo realities of black women that play like commercials every day
We are more than conquerors in Jesus, however the times tried to make ego, vanity and pride the golden ticket..Because, what if no one likes it?
No one likes medicine, they like the spoonful of sugar, because that doesn’t trigger the discomfort it often takes to peel oneself off the box like a sticker stuck to a certain space.
As “black”woman wellness is revolutionary. We have a lot of things, education, means, relationships, things, but wellness in it’s entirety is the prize.
To all my sisters every where. I say this with all the love I can muster. Stay prayerful, and be well
Style, where ever you go, there you are!
Sister style be like, “How did you do that?, “Where did you get that?
Don’t forget you, or leave you behind. Live your dreams!