We overwork our minds, are unkind to our bodies, turn away from our emotions and deny our truths in order to live up to this version of ourself we never sought after. Our representatives become primal in nature because womanhood and all that is meant to be woman is a definition we seldom get to put into our own voice.
Sister circle. Girl tribe. Squad goals. These aren't just phrases or cute lil’ sayings. They stretch far beyond an IG caption, a hashtag or a Twitter update, they hold weight in the way that we as women carry one another. It is our love language. An ancestral bond that speaks to the way we love and support one another.
I have carried that weight in the soles of my feet and as these days continue to stretch, I’ve recognized the need to unravel the webs created by the idea that as a woman, I must reside in a world of emotional strain. I’ve recognized the need to find harmony within my journey, the need to slow down and take in every intricate detail.
The power in therapy is having an unbiased ally to guide your growth, someone to answer your “now what?” You may not walk away from every session with a step-by-step guide on how to turn your experiences into lessons learned. But you’ll walk away with something – questions to think about, an app to explore, literature to read, practices to consider or maybe even a new perspective.
In 2015, after returning to Chicago from a two year stint of living abroad in China, I discovered my purpose in life. I realized that I chose to have my human experience as a highly melanated woman, with one hand, and with a purpose to empower people and build confidence by making prosthetic limbs accessible.
When I first sat down to write this piece, I thought I wanted to talk about finding safe space in the yoga studio, something that has definitely changed my life. However, I have been Divinely led to write a love letter to the woman I’m discovering daily and to my favorite space on the internet, Black Girl In Om.