Call me Sista Hypocrite, because I’ve been working on a love letter to my fellow Black sisters for two years and it’s still not done. It’s one of the hardest pieces I’ve tried to write. I couldn’t find my authentic voice and flow until I had an epiphany: I can’t write what I don’t know.
For so long, I’ve struggled to truly love and accept myself, flaws and all. I haven’t been honest, consistent or fully present with myself. I just started practicing self-care and giving myself a little grace and patience.
To my sisters who watched and experienced me NOT practicing what I preach: I humbly and sincerely apologize.
I’m learning and now that I know better, I’m doing better. My actions speak for me and reflect my growth.
Thank you for showing me love and kindness when I couldn’t.