This is how cooking can be therapeutic.

Now we all know that when you cook for yourself, you control the ingredients, which means you’re controlling exactly what you put in your body. Meaning that you can cook healthier, cleaner food. Your body will thank you, I promise.

Over the years, the more time I have spent cooking, the more I have realized how much I love it. I love how healthy it is for my body, mind, and soul to be eating better than fast food. Our minds and bodies are very intertwined with each other. A healthy body already puts you on track for a healthy mind. Not only that but taking the time out of my day to cook has been so therapeutic. I learned that I should spend more time alone with my thoughts. It takes my mind off of day-to-day stress. I have discovered new flavor combinations that I love. I have impressed people with the food that I make. I am happier and healthier. My dreams have changed. Trying new things is hot. Cooking is hot. We know one thing for sure: we are on this Earth for at least this one life that we have. Experience new things. Taste new flavors. Smell new smells. Learn about yourself. Know yourself. Cook!

the epitome of perfection is a struggle forced upon so many women everywhere. Outperforming until it becomes as natural as breathing. Living paradigms of effortless effort, to the point no one can remember the last time they weren’t put together. Everything is curated and custom-made: overpriced lace fronts, braids that took too long, and eyebrows and lashes done by the nail tech that does everything. From head to toe, dripped out in degrees, diplomas, and certificates –nothing can or will fall out of line. All of this physical and academic work just to combat the silent demand a majority of Black women face in the workplace to be as perfect as they can inhumanly be.