Who the F*ck Am I in This Season? A Love Letter to the Lane I Created

Most folks only know The Browngirl Experience because I host a podcast, tell wild stories, and give inappropriate dating advice. I cuss like a sailor and give very few fucks when it comes to most things happening on Blue Ivy’s internet. So when I said I was going to dip my toe into the women’s empowerment space, chiiiiiiile—you would’ve thought I called somebody’s momma a hoe.

That’s when it hit me.
They didn’t see me as “qualified” for this space.

They saw me as a creative. A talented storyteller. Someone who should stay in her cute little podcast lane and leave this “sacred” empowerment stuff to the soft-spoken types with flowy linen pants and Himalayan salt lamps.

Which is WILD.
Because these same spaces that love to shout “you can reinvent yourself in any season” had the nerve to tell me I couldn’t step into mine.

This is why the podcast bros feel like they’re winning—because for a moment, I almost agreed. I thought maybe there wasn’t room for a messy, mouthy, magic-making woman like me in this space. That maybe someone like me—who’s still healing, still cackling, still learning lessons (some of them 27.5 times)—couldn’t inspire anyone else to grow.

But let me break this down a little more.

Do I tell “funny” stories? Nah.
I tell my truths out loud—truths most of us were taught to keep silent and locked up in shame. I share the heartbreaks, the patterns, the ego bruises, the lessons that had me crying in the car and clowning in the group chat. And yes, sometimes they sound funny—but only because I’m telling them from the other side. From the lens of a woman who’s no longer tethered to the most painful parts of her story.

Even the 6’6” life lesson I had to learn 27 and a half times? Yeah. That half almost took me out, but baby—I learned.

I survived the things that should’ve destroyed me, and I can laugh now because I’m no longer held hostage by my past.
I’m so unserious and so free.

And that’s the thing about my stories: they disarm people. They create space for others to tell the truth without shame. That’s real power. That’s freedom. Because once shame no longer owns you, you can walk straight into your purpose—and nobody can weaponize your past against you.

In this new season? I choose peace.
I’m not snatching heffas through windows anymore. And if someone wants to bring up what I used to do, I will either say,

“...and did.”
or
“That’s not how it went—let me tell it right.”

I walk in my truth like a G, which means I take the bullet out of the gun they were planning to shoot me with.

At my events, do we set intention to a hip-hop beat or a lil’ Earth, Wind & Fire? Hell yes.
Because that’s how Black women reconnect to their bodies.

So many of us were disconnected the moment someone told us we were “too grown” because of our natural curves. The moment we were shamed for simply existing in our skin. And then we were taught to keep going. To hold it in. To perform. To be “strong.”

So yeah—I create spaces where we dance to the beat and breathe. Where I guide women through grounding work while the bass vibrates their bones. I talk them through how their hips move to the rhythm, how their fingers feel when they snap, how their breath anchors them in their body. It’s mindfulness that doesn’t feel like therapy—it feels like home.

That’s empowerment.
That’s medicine.
That’s mine.

At the end of the day, I create space for Black women to relax. To laugh. To lay their burdens down. To not be the strong one. To be real, raw, reflective, and held. I give them tools they can take home and use when life gets loud again.

And you’re telling me that’s not empowerment?
Chiiiiiiiiile.

I feel like Kendrick Lamar in these empowerment streets—uninterested in playing by the rules, because those rules weren’t made for women like me. I do this for the culture. I speak the language. I meet my people where they are.

The Browngirl Experience isn’t for everybody.
It’s for us.
I create for Black women.
I embrace Black men.
And if I’m not for you? Cool. Just don’t downplay the impact of what I do.

Because staying in my lane? Nah. I’m building a whole new f*ckin’ road.

My work is not just about empowerment.
It’s about liberation.

It’s about reclaiming your truth so you can live out loud. It’s about dismantling the shame that’s kept you small. It’s about finally asking the question:

Who the f*ck am I in this season?
Not the version they want.
Not the one they’re comfortable with.
But the real, unfiltered, free-ass version that’s been waiting to breathe.

So if you feel me—if you’re ready to show up as HER…
Let’s ride.

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This is more than a movement. This is a reclamation.
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