BLACK WOMEN IN SPORTS TAKING MENTAL HEALTH BREAKS ARE DA CANARY IN DA FUCKIN’ MINE…
1) Rest. Imma make this whole sitch short and sweet because there is not a second to waste. In no short order, we have seen prominent Black female athletes step back because they pushed themselves PAST the limit. Here’s a BRIEF fucking timeline, it’s wild AF.
Naomi Osaka: June, takes a step back from Wimbledon and the French Open to attend to her mental health. Plus - add da fatigue of buckras, and it’s a recipe for stress.
Sha’Carri Richardson: July, is forced to step back after testing positive for THC, the chemical found in marijuana. She cited using the holy herb, yes I fucking said “holy herb,” after using it to calm anxiety after the DEATH OF HER MOTHER. I mean, can we all take a collective chill pill here “governing” boards?
Simone Biles: July, takes a step back to prioritize her mental health. She receives an outpouring of support from notables including Michelle Obama, and an outpouring of vomit from antiquated stoicism ideation-addicted losers.
This shit has to stop. As a mom of two scholar-athletes, one of whom plays D1 ball, I am here to tell ya. ATHLETES NEED BREAKS WTF THEY ARE NOT ROBOTS. And as a Black woman, I must say this: WE CARRY UNIVERSES ON OUR ENERGY AND THAT SHIT IS EXHAUSTING AF.
Insert deep thought here: Rest, because da Ancestors said so, m’baby.
2) Royal Coochie. Speaking of rest, I need one too. Part of leveling up boundaries is protecting your neck, honoring your yoniverse and asking for help. In the name of honoring your yoni, I teamed up with Brooklyn’s Afro-Latina graphic designer Lisandra Noboa to design the Royal Coochie logo for my Ancestrally inspired line, Joy Warrior Social Club x Hoodoo Jawn.
As a rape survivor (I’m only one of the hundreds of millions globally, but we will dive deeper on another date, kittens), mother, and forever hot girl, I am very aware of the joy, and traumas, the collective carries in their yoniverse. Over the last decade, I’ve done extensive training with dope folks on how to put the power of joy back in ya coochie. Cop it while it’s here - limited drop and on sale cause I want errybody to be sexy sovereign. I’ll be holding some healing workshops in August, so stay tuned and tall ya text group squad to sign up for Da Clairjoyant because ROYAL COOCHIE RETREAT is COMING.
Insert deep thought here: Celebrate your coochie, chocha, cunt, pussy, yoni, twat, chat, cookie…with this T. She’s royal baby, like you.
3) Glo Aura Beauty. Speaking of putting joy into your life, self-care is CLUTCH. Glo Aura Beauty is an amazing female Latina-owned beauty brand right outta Queens. Of course! Divine Muva knows. I perso am always lathered up in their luxurious shea butters, cause Imma treat me right daily on GAWD. Also, I literally have people of all genders and orientations telling me everywhere from the supermarket to the dinner party that I smell great. Now, if I also told you that I wrote in my journal at age 11 that I wanted to be “the best smelling person in the world,” would I be truthin’ or fibbin’?
Join me and Glo Aura’s co-founder this Friday, July 30 at 12PM ET for a super dope ep of my IG Live Talk Show, HoodooJawn High Noons. It’s the bump of joy you didn’t know you needed.
And with that, I’m going back outside. Something tells me dem peopo fittin’ to tell us to go inside…sooner than later. But hey, I’m just a Hoodoo.
Love up on you. Be compassionate with you. Get into you. Dats on Geechee had a HoodooJawn,
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