When I see a woman who carries herself with grace, confidence, or quiet strength, something in me recognizes her. Her beauty reminds me of mine. It’s like looking in a mirror that reflects not just my face, but my spirit. In those moments, I’m reminded that beauty isn’t competition, it’s connection.

For me beauty has become more about a certain feeling and an appreciation for the love that is shared between loved ones.

For me beauty has become more about a certain feeling and an appreciation for the love that is shared between loved ones.

Time in this world can make a Black woman’s love waver, but this piece is a reminder that we deserve to feel good in our skin, with or without the world’s validation.

After giving birth, I felt both miraculous and undone, caught between gratitude for my daughter and grief for the version of myself I no longer recognized.