Own Your Toxicity And Fix It

Recognize toxic traits, be it from the people in your life, or yourself.
So many people gaslit me when I’m a literally a victim of domestic violence, racism and more and it’s not okay. Then you wonder why I’m apathetic to the destructive byproduct of my anger. The way black women are vilified, mistreated and invalidated isn’t okay. Everyone who did this, especially other black women, will pay. There’s a special place in hell for people like you. Own that you’re a toxic person, that’s why you’re in this mess. You’re a gross, vile, low-vibrational, evil and/or envious human being, who has contributed to and perpetuates all that is wrong with humanity. Period. Creating a false narrative about someone you’re jealous of, who you assumed things about, rather than asked. Showing your true shitty colors. Spend the same time you did bumping your gums to spread lies and hatred, to apologize and work on your nasty traits. Keep that same energy you had for me, when you look in the mirror and confront yourselves.

It’s amazing how little accountability people take, if you talked the talk, be adult enough to own your shit, especially when you’re wrong and apologize. Then go fix yourself, instead of focusing on somebody else. You’d be a lot further along, trust. That’s why I’m blessed and so highly favored I’m a Goddess, doling out your karma and fate. I don’t possess these traits, because I’m an introspective, self-aware person, aiming to be better than myself. Not better than my friends, not better than my family, not better than my co-workers, but myself. That’s the difference between us. When I see something terrible about myself I own it, work on breaking the pattern, no matter how hard. I don’t project my inner self-loathing, nor spread my crappy circumstances onto other people, to make myself feel better for five seconds. That’s how you grow into a healthy, mature, happy adult. Who feels good about who they are and loves themselves. You can’t say that, because happy hoes ain’t hating and hating hoes ain’t happy. Unless you have certain types of mental and/or personality disorders, there’s no excuse. Do you possess these toxic traits? What are you doing to fix it? Do you know someone who does? Are you being honest with them? Toxic people and behavior block your blessings. Via: Nedra Tawwab

Rihanna’s Thoughts On Black Women

“I’m a black woman. I came from a black woman, who came from a black woman, who came from a black woman and I’m going to give birth to a black woman. It’s a no-brainer. That’s who I am. It’s the core of who I am in spirit and DNA. We are impeccable, we’re special, and the world is going to have to deal with that.” Artist: Amacie Forever

How To Navigate CPT

Thank God it’s Friday, yay! It’s so funny, as I was making plans with my friend for tomorrow she asked what time we should meet. My response, “We’re black let’s be realistic.” Colored people time is real, it’s like we have an innate clock though, why? Every time I’m meeting up with other black people we’re both the same amount of late. It’s fucking crazy. We’ll be like let’s meet at 3:30pm, then we’ll message each other like oh I’m late by 25 minutes and it’s always the same time I’m running late, neither of us left waiting. It’s honestly the white friends who keep me on time when hanging out, due to the level of anxiety they add. Are you getting ready now? I’m headed out the door, I’m on the train platform…nigga. The best solution is to do like I did for my birthday at Miss Lily’s, lie about the time by a half hour minimum of when you actually want us to arrive. You’re welcome.
My friend and I showed up to Joanna’s wedding on time mad proud and we were damn late. All the seats taken except two, a mess. Our differences is what makes us all fit like puzzle pieces. What are you doing this weekend? Play as hard as you work. Artist: Tian Harris Creations