I used to feel like the world's afterthought.
I felt like society, the culture, my community. and my home weren't built for me. I'm a black woman. Ha! They probably weren't.
But in 2018 I stumbled into therapy! I'm not kidding. It was sort of a fluke. I fell into a space where, for the first time, I was the priority. That's when I started learning this valuable lesson: How the world treats me isn't nearly as powerful as how I treat myself.
I felt like an afterthought because I was playing myself to the back. Wow. I started "choosing me" ever since, and it's been a messy, affirming, beautiful ride.
I believe every single black woman deserves to feel like a priority, and we can, if we learn to choose ourselves. I am committed to telling stories with us at the center, so we can practice being first in the world we built.