This past weekend I had the honor of attending the event, When I Fell in Love With Black Women. The event was presented by Venus Clapback. Venus Clapback is a podcast hosted by Muse and Coco. The event was beautiful! I felt save and celebrated in this curated space! The event left me thinking about “when I fell in love with Black women”?

When I fell in love with Black women, I want to share about an experience from three years ago. Three years ago, I was at my lowest point. I remember the day when I realized I needed help! I called my mom sobbing. In a faint voice, I said to my mom “I need help”. My mom said, “baby it’s okay to seek help”. The comforting sound of my mom’s voice was the reassurance I needed to find a therapist. I am thankful to my mother because she was the sound voice I needed to get out of my own way.

Fast forward, I started working with my therapist. I chose a Black woman therapist. After years of working together, my therapist was moving to a new state. Prior to her move, we decided to break bread together. One final meal to celebrate all the great work we completed together. After our meal, we said our good byes. Immediately when I got into the car and cried.

It was in that moment, I fell in love with Black women for the umpteenth time. This woman played a significant role in my life. I am forever thankful for her grace. I get teary eyed thinking about the impact she had in my life. She allowed me to attend sessions when I couldn’t afford to pay. She arranged her schedule and made time to meet with me. She answered my calls at random hours of the night. No matter how depressed, anxious, or problematic I was she never gave up on me. Knowing that our relationship forever changed with the move, I had to mourn the relationship gracefully.

I knew that our work together was done and served its purpose. I knew it was time for her to go-fourth and help other Black women. The space and time we shared could never be duplicated. I am grateful for our frequencies crossing paths when they did. Black women are dope and beyond magical. Between the support of my mother and therapist, they showed up for me when I could not show up for myself. The support I received was the embodiment of love. This is when I fell in love with Black women.

I love Black women. I am a Black woman. I come from a strong lineage of Black women. And I will forever support Black women.

Until Next Time…

-Peach