Letting Go and Going Bald
Looking back, I realize I held onto too much that didn’t matter. I held onto strands of self doubt, loss, pain and limitations.
Pick Me: The Real Villain In the Story of Black Girl Liberation
She shape-shifts and maneuvers in a dance of contortion to be pleasant all the while neglecting herself, parts she doesn’t even know exist.
Defeating paralyzing fear through movement
Those worries become the walls around us slowly closing in. You can’t breathe in deep enough and your limbs feel weighed down by hopelessness…