Hey Beautiful. I want to be upfront with you about something. When I decided I was going to start loving myself — out loud, on purpose, without apology — I had this vision in my head of what that would look like. Confident. Glowing. Unbothered. Walking into rooms like a woman who had arrived. What … Read more

Hey Beautiful. I want to talk about something that I carried for a long time before I even had a name for it. Something that felt like pride and strength and identity — right up until the moment it started breaking me down from the inside. The Strong Black Woman. You know her. You might … Read more

Hey Beautiful. I used to think boundaries were something cold people did. People who did not love you enough to just figure it out. People who were being difficult on purpose. Then I burned out. Hard. And I had to rethink everything I thought I knew about what love actually looks like. Here is what … Read more

Hey Beautiful. Let me guess. Somebody told you self-love looks like candles, a glass of wine, a bath bomb, and soft music. Maybe a face mask. Maybe a journal with a pretty cover. And you tried it. You really did. You lit the candle. You ran the water. And then your kid knocked on the … Read more

Hey Beautiful. I need to tell you about the moment I saw myself clearly for the first time in a long time. And I am not going to lie — it was not a pretty moment. There were no candles. There was no journaling. I was sitting in my car in a patient’s driveway, about … Read more