As women why do we take on the weight of the world? We are running on empty trying to do a million and one things and we can’t do it all. Why do we think we can help everyone under the sun? We can’t but we exhaust ourselves nonetheless trying. Why are we expected to smile to appease others? All we need to do is be our own imperfectly perfect self. Me, you, us, Black women just as we are, simply as we are.