I Am (NOT) A #CarefreeBlackGirl

I'm feeling all sorts pressure to be magical right now.

 Super black, not quite so magical.

 Super black, not quite so magical.

2016 was a year for black women. Like for real. We were excelling, achieving, and just being over all great. Everyone was moisturized and our hair was growing. We were winning gold medals, starting businesses, and being champions of social justice. It was amazing. And just a little overwhelming.

Not because black women were achieving. Not because we were winning. But because all of a sudden there was this immense pressure: to be great, otherworldly, and even carefree. Great, I can do but those other two? Nope. Not I. I don't possess any magical powers and despite waiting for over a decade I still have not received an invitation to Hogwarts. And Carefree? The way these bills are set up? Nah. That's definitely not me. But all of a sudden I found myself pretending to be these things. I could totally be the flower crown wearing, AfroPunk going, highly overachieving, boss ass black chick. Because that's what I was supposed to be.

Numerous think pieces have already been written about how the narrative of the "strong black woman" is problematic. While seeming to be a virtue, this stereotype is dehumanizing and limiting. I can honestly say I feel the same way about #blackgirlmagic and #carefreeblackgirl. Created to empower and encourage these catchphrases completely neglect  all of us who aren't carefree: those of us struggling financially, dealing with depression, going through a rough patch. Where do we fit in? 

I'll go ahead and say I don't fit into this magical and carefree spectrum. I stopped fighting it and just accepted the facts. Sometimes I'm going to be depressed, sometimes I will actually care what people think, and apparently I will never actually have magical powers. So, no, I am NOT a carefree black girl. And I'm completely okay with that.

Why You Should Slather Yourself in Coffee

Drinking coffee may give you the bubble guts, but rubbing it on your body has a few benefits.

O I already over shared a little bit in the opening but seriously coffee wreaks havoc on my stomach. It's awful. That being said, coffee has some amazing skin benefits you should probably know about. 

Learn how to make you own coffee body scrub here!

Okay so now that you've seen mellow like a contestant on naked and afraid AND learned how to make your own body scrub let's talk about why this stuff is awesome sauce.

Coffee has some amazing skin benefits. First and foremost it is a great and gentle exfoliant. Exfoliation is so important especially if you want to look younger and brighter but you want to make sure that you're not using something that is too rough on your skin. For me, coffee is the perfect middle ground and I definitely look brighter after using it. The caffeine in coffee also promotes cell regeneration and circulation. It's an all around win!

Now let's talk about the olive oil. The Holy Grail (after coconut oil of course) enhances exfoliation so it's a dream team when combined with coffee grounds. And after use, you won't have nasty clogged pores just beautiful glowy skin.

I really just added coconut oil because I like it but it also has properties that will enhance your natural beauty. Coconut oil is a natural moisturizer which will leave your skin nice and hydrated. BUT be careful not to use too much because it can clog your pores and cause acne. Coconut oil is also a natural antibacterial which will help your scrub keep longer if you don't use it all at once.

Random: I once went on a date with a guy who had an obsession with honey. I knew as soon as he told me that that he was not The One. Weird food fetishes aside, honey is pretty great for you skin. Honey is actually a natural antibacterial as well and can help prevent acne. Along with all of these other ingredients, honey helps to give you a natural and youthful glow.

Hopefully I've convinced you to start incorporating a coffee scrub into your beauty routine! Now tell me, what is your favorite beauty ritual?

 

 

I'm Not Pregnant, I'm Just Fat

The feeling of horror when someone asks if you're "with child" and you are most certainly not.

preggers

A few months ago, a lovely lady at church asked me if I was pregnant. Straight up asked like she was sure. There was no doubt in her mind that I was pregnant. She was confident enough in her observation to actually ask me if I was pregnant.

Naturally I was appalled. I thought, "how dare she? OF COURSE I'm not pregnant!" My defense was on high and I may or may not have cried when I got home.  And then I looked in the mirror and sure enough I looked a little bit pregnant. 

So here we are a few months later and I just recently stopped eating like it's Thanksgiving day and none of my pants fit. I'm still looking (ever so slightly) pregnant and I'm not okay with it. My body feels heavy and I'm exhausted. It's time for a change. One that can be sustained. 

Over the next few months I'll be sharing my fitness journey with you guys to keep myself accountable and hopefully some of you will be inspired to live a healthier life as well.

Thanks so much for stopping by.


Kisses,

Joelle