I painted this self portrait in 2024 and it has only hung up prominently in my house in 2025. I call it an ode to Sara
A portrait of this woman on fire
soft art
we are flowers
the ritual
i find peace in the small acts: lighting the incense the sage the candles this ritual -before the rituals of chanting and meditation- is the sweetest hypnotic release - another ode to self-care routines the first ode: the sweet solace of the moments we give to our selves Featured Image by @hellokalequeen
the good days
let me tell you about the good days on the good days, it feels as though my skin were tingling my feet dance I catch glimpses of myself in reflections, and I'm smiling I'm happy and love the images reflected back at me. on the good days, I rejoice in the softness that... Continue Reading →
waking up to myself
I am here waking up to myself. It is as if I came from a long slumber, where who I was, who I became, was predetermined by the circumstances of my life the pain caused to me and the forced moulding of white-supremacist education. In that slumber, there were moments of joy and laughter, it... Continue Reading →
Undoing and Becoming
self love as undoing and becoming
They Call Me Baartman
Self love is unlearning the centuries old myths of black undesirability, Unlearning self-hatred Self-love is Sara-Baartma
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