Weekend Mood

My weekends? 

They look like this: fresh coffee, Black-authored books that hit different, late-night food delivery with a glass of wine to chase it down. Candles burning, scent heavy in my space, holding the night close. This? This is peace. Peace I made. Peace I earned.

Sometimes it’s lonely, and that’s okay. I keep a few things, cozy memories, tiny echoes from a frantic, hopeless time, but they’re just that. Memories. I cherish them because they built me. They remind me where I stand now: solid, untouchable, unapologetic.

I choose myself. Every damn time. No regret. No excuses. I am not an easy lover. I do not give myself lightly. I am not your average.

And yeah, I see her. That woman in the mirror, I see all of her. Every edge, every scar, every glow. She is worthy. She is enough. She is me.