I am re-blogging this because each and every sentence of this needs to be heard and held by any and every black woman, young or old, who has ever attempted to dull her own light for the sake of others, consciously or subconsciously!
I left work completely devastated and in a lot of emotional pain.
I was in a season of severe self-doubt, mired in worry. This was about business, about a professional transition, but it was more than that. I was feeling like I was doing something and I had done something that is all too familiar and damaging to my writing life.
I was in so much pain because I was trying to be small.
As it usually does, it took my best friend’s observation to get me to stop with the ugly crying and chest heaving.
“You are always trying to be small and I don’t understand it,” she said. “But literally nothing about you is small.”
Nothing about me is small.
I have a big laugh, a big smile. I have big feet, a big heart, and a big gift.
This is obvious to so many people, but until…
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