TO BEING SEEN❤️
I grew up around lots of women and girls. Strong ones. Loud ones. Soft ones. The ones who hugged too tightly and the ones who made ofe nsala that could shut you up mid-rant. Raised by a single mum, loved by a battalion of aunties, shadowed by female cousins, and shaped by an all-girls secondary school run by reverend sisters. So, I think it’s safe to say I’ve experienced women and girls in all their forms. And today in honour of national girlfriends day, I just want to say I’m thankful for all the beautiful women and girls who have held space for me, the ones who’ve helped me grow, cry, laugh, rethink, and re-love myself again. To my girlfriends, the ones who stayed on the phone while I processed my mess, sent voice notes that felt like therapy, shared lipgloss and chewing gum with me, reminded me to eat, hyped me when I doubted myself, and understood even the silences, I love you. When I made my last post, I sent it to everyone in my contact list like I always do. But...