There will be so many different think pieces and stories, documentaries, study groups, conferences and courses spawned by the massive impact of Beyonce’s Lemonade and I have so enjoyed mining the internet and magazines and casual work conversations to observe the reactions and make note of themes that arise to compare and contrast them with my own as I process it all. I cannot even begin to really describe how phenomenal, how loving, how healing, how deeply moving and ground breaking the work is to me, or what a personal call to healing it is for Black women.
I’m into my 5th soul now. That makes me three hundred and twenty.
Love Symbol Album
Even my therapist told me on Saturday morning that she had a special relationship with Prince even if he didn’t know about it.
I laughed and shook my head. “Yes, I think I understand what you mean.” I absolutely understand. Prince was by no means the focal part of my session this weekend but his passing has made me realize several things, the most important being that: I want to be happy. I don’t want to stay too sad about anything for longer than is necessary.
I was scrolling through my IG feed recently when I found some swimwear I found attractive because it was constructed similarly to the last swimsuit I purchased over a year ago at American Apparel. Ever since I stopped being a size 3-4 in my late 20s I have needed a one piece that carefully reveals my mid-drift without also revealing lumps and bumps and a tummy which I have not always been loving successfully. This bathing suit from AA does that very well and it’s also backless which is non-negotiable in a bathing suit for me. I want to expose as much skin as possible to the sun without being naked. I would prefer to be naked but…you know…because America…