Joy is a form of resistance.
Dear Black Woman,
Joy is a form of resistance.
Laugh loudly. Dance freely. Be unbothered on purpose.
Let that sink in.
We live in a world that often profits from our pain, expects our silence, and demands our labor without offering rest. But joy? Joy is our birthright. It’s not frivolous. It’s not extra. It’s a sacred act of rebellion.
When you allow yourself to experience joy deep, belly-shaking, tear-forming joy, you are actively choosing yourself in a world that would rather you shrink. That laughter? It disrupts. That dance? It reclaims. Your peace? It is powerful.
Healing in Joy means giving yourself permission to live fully, even when the healing process feels challenging. It’s reaching for gratitude while honoring grief. It’s choosing softness when the world tells you to toughen up. It’s knowing that your healing doesn’t always have to be a heavy burden.
Today, I'd like to invite you to do something joyful.
No productivity attached. No explanation needed.
Put on your favorite playlist and dance in your kitchen. Text your sister-friend and laugh about something that only the two of you understand. Wear that bold lipstick. Cook that comfort meal. Rewatch the show that makes you feel safe.
Your joy is medicine. Your joy is a legacy.
Your joy is resistance.
With love and liberation,
Sharea