I was groomed to feel like an afterthought.
In society. In entertainment. In my community. In my home.
Ha! And in true "strong black woman" form, I shrugged it off and kept it pushing until...
I kind of stumbled into therapy in 2018 (long story). I fell into a place where I was the priority and (insert gasp) learned that my needs mattered. It was the first time I chose ME, and it felt like drinking water in a desert.
I've been choosing me ever since, and it's been wonderful. The journey hasn't always been sexy, but good Lord it's been affirming! Every single black woman deserves to feel like a priority. As a storyteller, I'm committed to telling our stories with us at the center. I want ALL black women to know how it feels to be first.