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Out with the Body Hate, It is Time for Body Love by Arletta Saafir

Each of us women can recall the time in our life when we went from being blissfully content with our body and unaware that there was something wrong with its shape, size or weight to coming into the awareness that our body didn’t measure up to the then “ideal body” type and that we were in fact ‘fat’ and impossibly flawed.

For me it was at the onset of puberty and I was gifted with these fabulous legs, thick thighs and stretch marks. After putting on like 20 pounds and 4 inches in a growth spurt I was told to make sure that I didn’’t “get fat” and that “I better watch what I eat”. My thighs were just so damn big, or so I was told and thus began my obsession with them. My stretch marks I also was informed were ‘gross’ and I started harboring shame and disgust of them. Eating became torture because I had allowed myself to accept what I had been told by loved ones was true and had been convinced that I was one forkful away from being over weight and that is how my body hating began. Continue reading Out with the Body Hate, It is Time for Body Love by Arletta Saafir

what a Shero knows by Proverbs

for many of us, there is a desire to be unhappy. we welcome toxic relationships, hoping to one day “fix” them. we accept the invitations to unhealthy discussions, hoping they’ll “see” things our way. we fall to the bottom of our list of priorities as if, somehow, taking care of everything and everyone else first will complete us.

WRONG, Sista! there is no such thing as a self-sacrificing Shero. you don’t have to be a martyr to be a marker.

a Shero knows when it’s time to say, “I’d love to, but I can’t.” affirms herself when those twangs of guilt (after saying, “no”) begin to twinge. goes on a date night instead of heading to a Scandal watch party (and I’m, a Gladiator, so don’t trip!).
Continue reading what a Shero knows by Proverbs

The Little Things by B. Berry

We’ve always been strong and men throughout the world have feared our power for centuries. In some countries, they’ve forbidden us the right to education or the right to be seen by others. Other countries even go so far at to slice off our clitorises in an effort to keep us from feeling what they feel during sex, thinking it will keep us from wandering. Even in our own United States of America we can see distinct differences in the way many men and women view one another.

While we love the opportunities women’s lib has offered us, we still desire the right to be natural women without appearing weak. Just the word “feminine” has become equated with being weak or smaller. Continue reading The Little Things by B. Berry

Sacrifice and Your Spirit by Valrie Robertson-Smith

I danced for what seems like an eternity. Even after the music stopped and everyone was gone. I danced. My legs carried me almost like the wind. I was floating, I was happy. I was dreaming. I woke up and yet again my legs would not move. That dream always made me feel like today would be the day that Multiple Sclerosis, Rheumatoid Arthritis, and Scleroderna were no longer a part of my life. I am a wife and a mother of six,….why me?
That dream, the same one I have had for years. I use to think that I wanted to be healed so much that I was taking that desire to bed in hopes it would magically happen while I was asleep. Then I realized that the healing of the body that I craved was manifesting as a healing of the spirit. I saw the world differently since becoming ill. I loved differently. I communicated differently. I even danced differently.
It had taken some time for me to understand why I was dealing with such serious health issues. I tried to blame God and blame myself but the truth was, this was my sacrifice. This would be my way to communicate to the world how determination and faith yield healing and growth.
As women we have so much responsibility. We have to support, feed, nurture, discipline, care for, work, clean, cook, create, build, and love. So often in the midst of all that we forget that we need to be shown the same amount of love and attention that we pour out. We are faucets for the majority of our lives. We pour, we absorb, we squeeze, and we pour again, Our desire to be filled and to have someone in our life that is not a drain but is also a fountain, is what we need most.
I was shocked by illnesses. After all my ministry and my life are based on encouraging and supporting others, But I had to realize and accept that I was being placed in a physical sacrifice. Through that sacrifice, my ministry grew. However. People see my faith and they are inspired.
So I dance in my dreams. I float and smile. I am amazing and I am capable of things I can’t do when I am not asleep. But when my eyes open I realize that my spirit dances and floats while I am awake. I encourage and I uplift and I remind other women, we are victorious not victims. We are examples of God’s grace, mercy, and faith here on earth. It may not always be comfortable, but it will always be worth it. Our hearts want us to be whole. To be complete and capable of all things. But God needs us for special reasons and he chooses us accordingly. You will dance again one day but for now remember you are blessed that no matter what the sacrifice is,…..your spirit still soars.
I am a happily married mother of six boys.  I am an Evangelist, a Licensed Missionary, an Inspirational Speaker and a Survivor.  I have been blessed in so many ways.  Some of those blessings have manifested through my diagnosis of
Multiple Sclerosis.  It was not a blessing when it happened,  but I immediately started to feel a connection with so many people and things afterwards.  I was still alive and living and enjoying the mountaintop.  However, my view from the mountaintop changed.  I was also diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis, Chrohn’s, Scleroderma, Fibro, Mysositis.  It was an eventful 7 years of my life.  I grew so much even though I physically felt I was loosing.  My spirit was bursting at the seams.  Chronic Illness does not have to be the end of the road.  It is in fact a detour.  I am going to be victorious because I have faith that my purpose is bigger than any illness.  God chose me because He knows me.

Time to Rewrite the Shame and Stigma of… by M/R Johnson


Hello my name is M/R Johnson.  I am a survivor of Co-Occurring Disorders of depression and addiction.  Now before you begin to judge me let me tell you my story.

Are you aware that there are approximately 8.9 million adults who have Co-Occurring Disorders? Only 7.4 percent of individuals receive treatment for both conditions, while 55.8 percent receive no treatment at all.

I was one of the 55.8 percent who did not received help,  all because of the shame and stigma that has feared the communities of the African American people and has keep them in bondage…Or should I say slavery.

Co-occurring Disorders has no color line, or race, creed or gender. Co-Occurring Disorders  is the un-addressed epidemic that is trying to kill the makeup of our families  values and traditions in our society. So let’s talk…What is the true definition for the words shame and stigma? Continue reading Time to Rewrite the Shame and Stigma of… by M/R Johnson

Brief Encounter by Ms. Morgan

Her name was Wanda and she needed a place to stay. I was a film student at Howard University and had just come out of the CVS Drugstore down the street from campus when she saw me as I crossed over to the adjoining crosswalk. She was staring at me dead in my face, and disarmed me when she said, “Hi! You look like a nice person.” She seemed sincere enough but now I was sizing her up, and she disarmed me again when she told me her name and said that she needed a place to stay.

In the thirty seconds it took us to cross the street, Wanda told me she had left her husband of twenty-five years because he had beat the crap out of her just a few nights before. She felt old and tired and wanted a new life, but all I saw was a woman in her early fifties who was plumb and curvy with a beautiful complexion and amazing hair. Continue reading Brief Encounter by Ms. Morgan

Reasons by Duania Hall

As a woman I understand the need for reasons. Some days I lie awake in search of a reason to get out of bed and then I hear the rising laughter of my children who bring clarity to purpose. Some moments I have a starring match with my exercise mat searching for reasons why I should use it even though I am tired from the mere thought of doing another squat or crunch. Some minutes I sit at my computer desk trying to reason the reason why I spend countless hours and lose precious sleep as my school work is awaiting my participation. See, I crossed the river of 30 some time ago and juggling more responsibilities creates moments of feeling like I am wearing a cape, and others where I feel the weight of depression falling short of someone to lift it. I am often moved to believe that I am trying to gain too much and as I sense my hour glass turning over, I am reminded of OUR history…Women in history….Black women in history like Dr. Eliza Ann Grier.

eliza grier Continue reading Reasons by Duania Hall

The Journey to Self Love by Heather Renee

I’ve never seen a weak woman. I’ve seen the strength and the faith of a strong woman tested, but never a weak woman. We fight, survive, and repeat the process.

Our viragos nature is expected yet our warrior spirit is attacked and viewed as a character flaw. The androcentric view of weakness is humorous as we manage our families and careers while dealing with sexism and racism. We are nothing yet we are everything.

The burden is heavy, faltering in our duties is frowned upon. Because of expectations, women often forget to take care of the most important aspect of the perfectly built superwoman, ourselves. Self-care becomes secondary to everyone else’s needs. Continue reading The Journey to Self Love by Heather Renee