The Butterfly on My Neck
At age thirteen, it had grown almost to the size of my fist. / I began to resent it.
Blooming in the Dark
To all the others like me stumbling bravely on this dark road, I’ll think of you.
Intentional Solitude
These intentional small moments of solitude were the rejuvenation that my spirit didn’t know it needed.
Little Girl
Who created these labels that you have been so keen to hide behind for 28 years? It is time to reject them.
"I need to see my own beauty and to continue to be reminded that I am enough, that I am worthy of love without effort, that I am beautiful, that the texture of my hair and that the shape of my curves, the size of my lips, the color of my skin, and the feelings that I have are all worthy and okay."
— Tracee Ellis Ross