Diary of an Overthinking Black Woman

my head hurts

Just a pair of tits

A few years ago, I posted something on Facebook about a man acting violently towards his girlfriend/wife. A guy from high school, TeachersSon, that I hadn’t spoken to since before graduation responded. He was my high school math teacher’s son... Continue Reading →


The Body Count

Every time the topic of sex came up I would feel incredibly conflicted. I would be intrigued, curious, excited, then swiftly lashed with a wave of guilt. Why was I so interested in sex? That’s not what good girls think... Continue Reading →

Building a temple

My overachieving mind had sprinted ahead of puberty and left me in a place where I would see examples of the “African woman” in their prime, then I’d head home and escape to watch TV where I would see girls shaped like me, deemed the “hot chick” in her cute little outfits. On the weekend, I would go to church and hear how the female form was the source of sin and covering it was the only solution.

Fight Club

Why did you do that? You compromised yourself, and for what? It’s fine. It's not a big deal. Look… I’m perfectly fine and it's all good. Is It? It doesn’t look that way. Tell me then why haven’t you answered... Continue Reading →

Who am I?

  Who are you? What is your purpose? Oh yes, I remember.   It is so grand but I am so small. Are you sure about this? Are you the right person to do this?   Why are you so... Continue Reading →

The Haunting

I dreamt of you last night. It was so perfect. We were happy, in our pyjamas giggling as we fake wrestled each other. That has never happened before so I know it wasn't a memory. I couldn’t recognise where we... Continue Reading →

Grow Up!

What are you doing? Why on earth did you stay in bed for so long? You have work and responsibilities. You were up at 5.30 and now it’s almost 9 am. You are just lying there fantasising about things to... Continue Reading →

I want a connection 

I want someone to warm my life not just my bed. I do not want to dance about being cool and down to fuck. I want someone who will take me with all my cracks and edges. I can't do... Continue Reading →

You know there are options, right?

WARNING: This article has graphic imagery that may be upsetting to sensitive people. Being pregnant doesn’t appeal to me AT ALL! It seems like the worst chore imaginable. It’s like having 9 months’ worth of PMS: sore boobs, swollen feet,... Continue Reading →

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