Not that we shouldn’t look at ourselves and love who we see in the mirror, that isn’t the issue.
Loving myself, loving my Blackness, as where it is still a struggle together, has been the most revolutionary act of defiance.
I’d like to believe that love feels better than this.
Find a balance between happily alone and happily together.
Sexualizing me held more importance than respecting my sexuality.
I wasn’t ok, and the path I was walking was guided by loneliness and not love.