Last call- Honoring All of Who I am.....

Here are two external boxes that people tried to create for me~

1. Based on the way I DRESSED and how I wore my HAIR-determined whether I was a REAL BLACK girl or not.

* I am a lover of natural hairstyles, weaves, wigs, permed hair styles, braids and different hair colors. When I didnt have my locks-One month I could be wearing a curly, glamorous looking weave and the next a short, straight, sophisticated weave and the next-a royal braid design. (You get the picture?) I could get away with rocking African inspired attire, the latest style, sophisticated dress, business dress, girl's night out dress-anything that looked good on me. I rarely have the desire to look the same for too long. Consequently, people in my cultural circles openly judged and rejected me because of my shifts in hair and wear. I guess somehow, I'd totally morphed into another being and was not the loving and firery person they had grown to love. Some said I had to be represent my culture on the inside and out.

And others felt that because I'm a mother, I lose my sexy rights. When I allowed relinquished my power and allowed myself to get caught up in people pleasing and buying into someone else's story, I stifled and lost a part of myself. I lost respect for myself, I lost my joy and I literally lost my natural glow. And while I understood that there is an element of social acceptance, commercialism, cultural disconnection, etc... involved- I also knew strongly that my hair and dress are two of my greatest creative outlets. It was an innate love of transformation; the ability to express my mood, personality and point of growth at any given time was freedom AND beautiful......


2. I had to practice THIS spiritual path or THAT spiritual path-Being part of more than one was not acceptable. I went through a few years of practicing different spiritual practices and traditions to feel out what was uplifting, aligning, healing and a fit for me. During that time I became involved with groups that strongly believed that THIS is the way. While being in that space at that time was awesome for me, I also instinctively knew when it was time to go. I sought spiritual guidance and support, not dictatorship.
* I love GOD, I love Spirit-Period.


One key to The Art of Being a Diva Mom is uncovering the feelings of being helpless, restricted, in-authentic, and feeling shamed. These feelings keep you trapped, in pain and living through someone else's world. My mission is to support mothers explore and discover who they are, and what their purpose and passion is-how to be self-expressed.

Please remember that acknowledging, honoring, respecting, healing, loving and having compassion for the many aspects of yourself is a key to your emotional, mental, physical and spiritual health and freedom. I've also learned that this flows into and transforms your relationship with yourself as a mother and it naturally changes your children's perspective of and feelings for you.



So, the next time you feel a sense of shame, guilt or doubt about yourself, turn within and ask, "what part of my self needs acknowlegment, love and honoring in this moment"?