Skip to main content

Watching Stella Get Her Groove Back

I love seeing women get their spark back. I think it’s refreshing and inspiring. This isn’t so much about breakups—whatever the catalyst may be, I think coming back home to yourself is a beautiful thing. That radiance cannot be replicated, nor can that sense of self when you’re just so at peace. When you start doing the things you love again, when you step back out into the world after being isolated, when you embrace the things that are undeniably you—it brings me so much joy.


I’m surrounded by beautiful women, and sure, life gets them down in the dumps sometimes. But then, after a while—maybe after not seeing them for some time—and we catch up? Man. 


The glow? Something about the way they carry themselves and smile has a Venusian feel to it.


There’s something sacred about a woman coming into her own. When she stops looking for validation outside of herself and instead finds it within. When she realizes she doesn’t need to shrink to be loved, to be chosen, or to belong. When she reclaims her softness without seeing it as weakness and steps into her power without feeling the need to prove it. It’s a quiet kind of confidence, one that doesn’t beg for attention but commands it effortlessly. How sexy is that? 


It’s in the way she sets boundaries without guilt, in the way she moves through the world knowing she is deserving of all the good things coming her way. It’s in how she honors her joy, prioritizes her peace, and embraces the fullness of who she is. Ugh! 


Women coming into their own is one of the most beautiful transformations to witness. And if you’ve ever seen it—really seen it—you know exactly what I mean. 


Happy Women’s Month y’all! 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Prayer Is Not a Policy

Earlier this week, the Ministry of Youth and Gender Affairs launched what it called a “groundbreaking initiative”. The National Week of Prayer Against Gender-Based Violence under the theme  “United in Prayer, Solidarity Against GBV.”   I know right? And look, we’ll get to women in positions of power upholding misogynistic and patriarchal values another day. Or maybe later today.  One crisis at a time, neh?  So here’s the thing. Botswana is facing a relentless and escalating epidemic of GBV. From child rape to domestic homicide, survivors are left with shattered lives, limited access to justice, and an insufficient social support system. With churches, religious groups, and communities being called to unite in spiritual solidarity against a national crisis, this initiative was painted as a hopeful, healing intervention. But let’s be brutally honest: this is  not   what change looks like. A man was able to walk into a university and take a woman’s life as she...
Post a Comment
Read more

Loving Someone Long Term

I wasn’t really sure how to approach this. Even now, I’m still not certain, if we’re being completely transparent. Just take what I say with a grain of salt.  Abeg.  Being in a relationship with someone well-known often feels like living under a magnifying glass, where people’s curiosity adds a layer of scrutiny. Because of that, I’ve always been reluctant to discuss my love life or offer relationship advice. Writing about this feels strange, almost obnoxious, because I’ve never been in a position where I’m so aware of others watching. I know it comes with the territory, but the truth is, I’m not him . He was made to be seen and heard, and he thrives in that space. I’m just wherever he is simply because I want to be. So no, I’m not going to pretend to be a social butterfly when anxiety beats my ass the way it does. I’m content as a wallflower. I’m not miserable, I promise… I just don’t enjoy being perceived.  Take my word for it.   That said, I’ve lear...
1 comment
Read more

The Unlikeliest Toxic Relationship

When I was 17, I decided I wanted to be a human rights lawyer. Activism has always been a passion of mine, as anyone who knows me will tell you. At 18, I began researching the steps I needed to take to achieve this goal. Every blog, website, and person I consulted emphasized that law school is no easy feat. But what would you expect from “the noble profession”? Of course, it’s hard (sorry Elle Woods, it seems I have failed you). For me, studying law has been difficult for unexpected reasons. The content itself is fascinating, and despite my friends and I often lamenting how much we hate law school, we frequently find ourselves discussing legal topics outside of class, as if they are our favorite subjects. What has been truly challenging is the sense that the institution itself is against me. When I started school four years ago, I was anxious but ready to face the challenges of law school. I was eager to write essays again (can you guess my favorite subject in school?). At each new aca...
5 comments
Read more