If you are still with me after last week’s shade-fest, kudos and thanks! It is not often that I center my writing on topics of colorism or racism, as I usually try to reach for something more beneficial and uplifting for readers to consume, as well as for me to have to concentrate on. This is the point of what I’d like to say to you this week: As black women, we are all deserving of the right to look after ourselves first and foremost.
The work of demanding corrective promotion, calling out hypocrisy and lies, and holding others accountable is important, but it is also draining. It can take a toll on the mind, body, and spirit if that is all you do. I do not recommend that this become anyone’s life, for it is a life teeming with disappointment, sadness, and hard work. I do not feel any of us were placed on this Earth to suffer, just some of us choose to do so by leaning into oppression rather than choosing intentionality and joy.
First, I recommend that every black woman, regardless of her life circumstance, do considerable work to protect her own personal energy. The messages you receive through music, television, movies, social media, and those around you plant seeds in the fertile ground that is your mind. Those seeds can either sprout into beautiful flowers, fresh produce, or meaningless weeds.