Rebrand Yourself Mid-Sentence If You Want To

Rebrand Yourself Mid-Sentence If You Want To

Because Staying the Same for Comfort Is a Trap

Let me be clear: I am constantly rebranding. I’m not talking about logos and color schemes—I’m talking about the whole damn essence of me. My vibe. My values. My hair. My voice. My boundaries. My direction.

Hell, this very site has been reimagined more times than I can count. I change. I grow. I shift. And why wouldn’t I? Isn’t that the point?

Every day is a new opportunity to revise your identity and sharpen your truth. As I evolve, so does everything around me—and I’m not interested in staying the same just to keep other people comfortable. And you shouldn’t either!

See, with age—if you're self-aware enough—you’re forced to take a long, uncomfortable look at yourself (uncomfortable as fuck). Your life. Your relationships. Your patterns. Your past. And if you're paying attention? That moment of reckoning becomes a gift. A reset.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you are allowed to become someone else mid-sentence. Pivot mid-thought. Say, “Actually, that doesn’t align with me anymore,” and move on. Be firm in your moving on, do not hesitate, do not question, and do not second guess yourself.

And if someone gets thrown off by your evolution? Guess what—they were never meant to keep up. My energy naturally phases people out. I don’t fight it anymore. If you can’t clap for my growth or at least respect my journey, you’re out of my hemisphere. Gone. Quietly and permanently. I love forgetting names, it makes way for actual useful information.

Self-reinvention is not a one-time act—it’s an ongoing spiritual, aesthetic, emotional, and internal process.
It’s how you meet yourself again and again from different angles.
It’s how you improve. How you soften. How you sharpen. How you live.

I know when it’s time to shift because I can feel the fog rolling in. That stagnant, stuck sensation that settles deep in my gut—it’s my cue. It’s intuitive. It’s ancestral. It’s cellular. And when it comes? I move. As I write this I feel the itch, the itch to move on, to leave my old self and ways behind.

Because if I don’t, I lose myself.

Let me break it down for you:
I walk this Earth as a Black woman—which means I’m carrying more weight than most will ever acknowledge or even be able to handle. I don’t say that to play victim. I say that to remind you that the world is already stacked against us. So why on Earth would I stay still? Why on earth would I give a shit about anything other than blackness? Especially since the world hates us ( I will say this until I am dead and/or the world actually changes, and I know for a fact, when I hit 96 years of age as planned not much will have changed; no matter how much I do my so called part). Damn, is this how my ancestors felt?

Why would I shrink myself into a version of me that no longer serves my soul?

And to anyone who dares to look down on a Black woman in transition—fuck your entire life, your fake civility, your culture, and whatever dead traditions made you think your opinion matters. You’re the problem. Not us.

Reinvent yourself until you're blue in the face if that’s what your spirit needs. I say this to the world majority but especially to my African descendants here in America. To Black America you are the truth, you are worthy of all abundance, you are power, you have the right as a human, you are fabulous, you are THE AMERICAN CULTURE. YOU ARE AMERICA. They, everyone but us, are so fearful or what you will become. Of what you are, of what you will be. Know you are great! Know you are pure earth! Know that any mutation will always destroy everything in their path. Know that “blackness” is POWER. Know it. Own it. Be cocky as fuck and own your Black Ass Privilege. Fuck everyone that does not rock with us. F U C K T H E M

Just don’t hurt anybody. Don’t lie. Don’t cheat.

But do live. Loudly.

Quietly. Softly. Boldly. On your own terms.

None of us are making it out of here alive. So you might as well do it as your fullest, most dynamic self. Again and again and again. Fuck who they said we are, BE WHO YOU KNOW YOU ARE!