Spring 2021
a yanasisters publication
TAKE ME
AS I AM
20 WAY TO LOV S ON YOUE !
Private
Party
Loving
Handling the Seasons of My Life
A Brand New Me
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Loving
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FOUNDER & PRESIDENT Connection Coach, Speaker, Retreat Facilitator, Author, and Attorney IMANI MONICA MCCULLOUGH is a vibrant voice for women worldwide. Through her transformative platform, YANAsisters, she thrives on helping women live more passionate and authentic lives.
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EDITOR-IN-CHIEF KELLYN MCGEE is a licensed attorney and mediator, a former law professor and Dean of Students, a writer and editor, and a certified yoga teacher. At her essence, she is a learner and teacher.
CONTRIBUTING WRITERS
LASHANA N. WILLIAMS is an international speaker, author, founder of Bizzy Black Girls, CEO of Impact Business Institute LLC, and VP of Finance of a fortune 500 company. She is also a native New Yorker, who enjoys traveling and being a fur-mom. 2
JOY DIGGS is a Wellness & Mindset Coach, writer, and motivator who thrives on pushing people to become their absolute best selves. She enjoys reading, cooking, and learning more about the world around her.
DR. GLORIA MCDANIEL is a mom, grandmother, friend, and lifetime educator. She is a professor in the educational leadership department at a university in Chicago. She loves recreating her mother’s recipes, traveling, 70’s movies and music.
LOIDA CASARES sells corporate sponsorships for her local NPR station by day and is a blogger by night. Most recently she has written about her challenges with health, weight loss, exercise and menopause.
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IN THIS ISSUE:
LETTER FROM THE FOUNDER by Imani Monica McCullough WHAT IS YANASISTERS? TAKE ME AS I AM by Lashana Williams
Photo of and by Angie White / IG @AWphotos84
20 WAYS TO LOVE ON YOU! PRIVATE PARTY by Joy Diggs HANDLING THE SEASONS OF MY LIFE by Loida Casares BRAND NEW ME by Gloria McDaniel YOGA IS A PRAYER by Kellyn McGee YANA LOVING ME PLAYLIST 3
My sisters,
When we decided this issue would be all about self-love, I thought it would be easy to pull together. After all, I’ve been helping women remember how to love and care for themselves for… well, seems like forever! But, the truth is, knowing a thing and doing a thing are two entirely different matters. I’ve always known how important it is to love myself, but have I always loved myself fully, unconditionally, and without reservation? Have I always known that I am enough, despite my mistakes and flaws, whether or not anyone else affirms me? Nope, not even close. The truth is that every decade has brought new levels and new lessons. In my twenties, my ex-husband’s infidelity made me question my self-worth and caused me to wonder if I was enough. In my thirties, a serious health scare diminished my self-confidence because I didn’t know how I would “earn” love if I was sick. In my forties, I’ve struggled with my self-image as I’ve watched my body age, and wondered if the changes made me less desirable. And, through it all, there’s always this little tiny part of me that wonders if anyone can really love the real me, unconditionally. Never mind that the goal should be to love myself, through it all. No, I haven’t always mastered self-love. But through a lot of self-talk, some girl-talk, and a little counseling I’ve finally realized that self-love is a journey, and it’s ok that I’m still learning each and every day. Are you still learning too? If so, you’ll enjoy this issue of CONNECT, which includes shares from some of our sisters who remind us all that we are normal. We’ll hear one woman’s open dialogue about the journey to self-love, another’s realization that 4
it’s OK to BE and not always DO, a sister’s humorous chronicle of dealing with the “seasons of life,” and, finally, a courageous share about confronting abuse to move to forgiveness and boundless self-love. Plus, you’ll hear from our Editor-in-Chief; and as a special bonus, we’ll share 20 ways to love on yourself, along with a soundtrack to guide you through it all. I hope this issue moves you, touches you, heals you, inspires you, and ultimately reminds you that no matter what, you are not alone.
Love and light,
Imani
P.S. I’m thankful to each of our sisters who entrusted us with their stories in this issue, and also grateful to Angie White, the extraordinary photographer and model for our front cover and contents page!
WHAT IS YANASISTERS? Connection is the essence of our community. Whether through our intimate online group, coaching programs, local meetups or one of our transformative destination retreats, we are here to support you in this season of your awakening. We share our stories, our pasts and our pain — lovingly and openly — to show one another that we are more alike than we are different. YANASISTERS is an intergenerational wisdom circle for women — like you. We’ve created this safe space, this spiritual space, to celebrate our womanhood. Here, with us, you will find healing. You will find happiness. You will find hope. And most importantly, you will find a new you.
We defy the notion that differences divide us. We are women who are all shapes, sizes, skin tones and swag. But our spirits — our souls — are every bit the same. And we only have one rule. Leave all judgment at the door. You arrived here today, not by coincidence, but because you know existing isn’t enough. We believe that too, and we want to support you to manifest something meaningful in your life — whether that something is more joy, more freedom, more confidence and selflove, a more fulfilling profession or a better relationship. YANA is as much about recovery as it discovery. As you exhale your pain and inhale your passion and purpose, you will find you can do — and be — anything. But first, Superwoman, you must take off the cape. When you need love, we’re here. When you need an embrace for your body or your soul, we’re here. When you need the freedom to explore those hidden, but treasured, parts of yourself, we’re here. When you need to free yourself to be yourself, we’re here. We, your sisters, welcome you with warm, open arms. BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
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TAKE ME
AS I AM BY LASHANA WILLIAMS
“...Tell me I’m the best, I am. I’ll be feeling like, yes, I am, I am. You know I’m the best… You’d be a fool to not take me for who I am...” — H.E.R.
As I type the lyrics from H.E.R.’s song “As I Am,” I’m reminded of a small-framed little girl who thought she could do and be anything, but was stripped of her selfesteem by the words and actions of others. These events defined her; replaced her God-given truths with misguided beliefs. Her dreams and happiness shattered, leaving nothing but an empty shell of a girl devoid of self-love. And, as this little girl matured into a woman, those same events resulted in her devalued self-worth, diminished self-image, and depleted self-confidence. The image of this broken little girl breaks my heart, for that little girl was me. After 38 long years of depression, a sea of tears and three years in therapy, the lyrics to the song have now become my mantra. And today I can honestly say that I love myself unapologetically; boldly and confidently telling anyone
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who threatens my selfesteem. “You’d be a fool not to take me for who I am…” Unfortunately, this wasn’t always the case, and I wish I could go back in time and hug that little girl and tell her... “YOU ARE A SUCCESS!” When you overhear your mother’s friends say “Lashana isn’t smart, her public-school education is subpar at best. And if she continues to be boy crazy, she will never amount to anything more than a teenage mother on welfare,” they weren’t foretelling your future but directing their disappointment in their own children towards you. You were a straight A student, a leader in the making, with an imagination that books and movies are made of. But the minute you heard their words your light dimmed and your self-image diminished with it. And for this, my heart aches. I wish you knew that although being book smart would help you get your undergraduate and graduate degrees, it would be your skills as a visionary, critical thinker, manager and problem solver that would help you climb the corporate ladder. But unfortunately, as you climbed your way to VP of Finance, traveled all over the
I’M HERE TO CELEBRATE YOU AND TELL YOU: GIRL YOU MADE IT; YOU ARE A SUCCESS! world and built a consulting business, their words continued to haunt you. You never felt you accomplished enough or succeeded in anything you did. I’m here to celebrate you and tell you: Girl you made it; you are a success!!! “YOU ARE ENOUGH!” Not having your father (or a positive male figure) in your life placed an irreparable hole in your heart that affected you and every relationship you’ve ever had. For years you suffered with a severe fear of abandonment - always thinking someone was going to leave you because you weren’t enough. Your fear of abandonment coupled with your diminished selfimage resulted in a series of unhealthy relationships. You suffered through physical, verbal, and emotional abuse in search for love. My dear Lashana, the open-hand slaps to your face, degrading words, and the lying and cheating were more about
the insecurities of the males you dated and had nothing to do with you. However, you internalized their actions much like you did the words you heard years ago. And with each act of abuse your self-worth was devalued. Each time you apologized for being you and tried to become the person you thought they wanted you to be, you, in essence, told them you didn’t value yourself enough to command respect – to be treated like the Queen God destined you to be. Oh, how I wish you knew the love you were in search of was already within you. You didn’t have to unwillingly have sex, manipulate, or put up with disrespect and lies to force anyone to love you – they either love you or they don’t. If only when you looked in the mirror you saw the beautiful, intelligent, strong girl that I’ve grown to know and love. And if only you loved yourself enough to 7
of imposter syndrome), you were subliminally telling yourself and others that you’re not fit to be the leader God created you to be. Each opportunity you passed up because you doubted your abilities as an author, speaker, or coach, you were telling yourself and God that you weren’t ready to walk in your purpose. If only you saw yourself through the eyes of others, you would never have believed that it was better to act, think and dress like someone else. You would have realized your gifts and talents are valuable to any company blessed to have you as an employee. You would have embraced your Godgiven purpose to educate, equip and empower others. Girl, you are more than worthy!
tell all of your ex-boyfriends “...Don’t take me for granted. You’ll be regretting it… Grass ain’t green nowhere else… You know I’m the best… ” Because, Girl, I’m here to tell you that you’re more than enough! “YOU ARE WORTHY!” Your battle with low selfesteem wasn’t isolated to your self-image or selfworth. It also impacted 8
your self-confidence. Each time you altered your way of talking, dressing and thinking to emulate one of your more (perceived) popular friends you were telling yourself and others that you didn’t have the confidence to be your authentic self. Each day you anxiously waited for your employer to tell you they made a mistake, that you’re not fit for the job (because
Unfortunately, I can’t go back in time. But I can look in the mirror and tell that little girl “you are a success, you are enough, and you are worthy.” I can also encourage other women who battle with low self-esteem, so they too can discover the love within. Together we can sing the lyrics to the song together as we walk in our greatness with our crowns and heads held high. And tell all our naysayers and haters… TAKE ME AS I AM.
20 WAYS TO LOVE ON YOU!
1. Learn to say NO. 2. Speak up... Be your own best advocate. 3. Remember that self-care is not self-ish. 4. Recognize that self-care is not optional. 5. Make fitness a part of your everyday life. 6. Drink water. 7. Consider regular cleanses. 8. Find ways to destress. Color. Knit. Read. Breathe. 9. Write a love letter to yourself. 10. S tart a daily gratitude journal. 11. Daydream.
12. Meditate. 13. Dance like no one is watching. 14. Connect with nature. 15. Create a vision-board focused on self-love. 16. Create your own personal retreat.
17. When it’s safe, take a trip to an island, then let the blue water awaken everything that was sleeping and re-energize everything that was fatigued. 18. Until then, put a “Big Blue” bath bomb in your tub and imagine you’re relaxing in the ocean. 19. Take care of your health. Schedule — and keep — regular doctor and dental appointments. 20. Take care of your future. Prepare your living will and estate planning, life insurance, retirement plans, and other investments.
Private
Party BY JOY DIGGS
“I’m having a private party, learning how to love me, celebrating the woman I’ve become, yeah.” — India Arie
About a month ago, I woke up on my 39th birthday in beautiful Cancun, Mexico. After being shut in for almost a year because of COVID, it felt amazing to be anywhere other than my apartment. I ran to my hotel window and yanked the curtains open, staring down into the ocean as the sun bounced off the waves. I was so thankful for this moment, and for all of the things I’d learned, especially during the last year. Standing there, my mind reflected on the biggest lesson of all. Before the pandemic, I was always doing the most. If I wasn’t actively doing something, I felt like I was being lazy. You see, growing up, I was a goal-getter, always in pursuit 10
of the next thing. I never really celebrated a current accomplishment because I was too focused on what came next. Always striving. Never just being. In fact, I felt guilty if I wasn’t doing something productive, even during my downtime. I had rarely allowed myself to sit around and do nothing for hours, days at a time. So, during quarantine when I lounged on the couch watching countless Netflix shows, I wondered if I was becoming a bum. As a business owner, I was used to working 14-hour days, but working from home freed up so much of my time. Was I really allowed to just relax? What was the catch? It was a blessing that I was working less, somehow making more,
and even had extra time to spare. Could this be life? Could I even allow myself that downtime of freedom without filling it with something else to DO? Finally, I had to stop and ask myself, why do I find so much more value in doing versus being? And, after reflection, I realized it’s because I feel validated by the things I do. As young children, we don’t have any requirements put on to us. As long as we eat our veggies and go to bed when told, there is nothing else we really have to do. We don’t yet have big dreams to conquer or self-imposed expectations to meet. Just being is enough. When we start school, just being gets buried underneath
all of our other obligations. Tests, report cards, presentations, sports games, chores, homework, church, church, and more church. In school, I felt like I was always doing something. But since the doing something was always leading to something else, it felt worth it.
I also realize self-care isn’t just booking a massage; nor is self-love just appreciating my smiling face in the mirror. It’s recognizing that everything in my BEING is enough, without anything else added. It’s understanding that I don’t have to
accomplish anything else to feel validated. Most importantly, it’s looking out the window at God’s beautiful Earth on my birthday and recognizing that I’m an extension of that beauty, just as I am.
But what happens when you’re now grown and you feel like you can’t just be? When the pandemic began, I couldn’t even sit in my own apartment (where I pay the bills) and binge-watch the Netflix account (that I pay for and had previously rarely used) without feeling guilty. My therapist had to literally convince me that I was not going to turn into a sloth. She said I wasn’t even built that way, but, at first, I didn’t believe her. Now, after much self-talk and a little therapy, I finally understand the blessing of being. It took a year to get here, and what a year it was. Actually, it took 39 years, but who’s counting! Just being means waking up and basking in the essence of me. It means connecting to how I feel in the moment. It means not looking at life as one long to-do list. It means going on a 5-day birthday trip where all that’s expected is to wake up every morning thankful to be alive. That’s it. That’s the list. 11
Handling the Seasons of My Life BY LOIDA CASARES “Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?” — Fleetwood Mac I remember my mother and aunt talking about “the change of life” in hushed tones when I was a little girl. When I got older my mother told me that she hadn’t experienced the hot flashes or the constant changes of temperature in her body. She said she didn’t really feel anything except that her period ended with one big finale. When I started experiencing irregular periods, long periods, periods that came just two weeks apart and some really heavy periods (one last hurrah) in my late forties, I hoped and prayed that I would have the same kind of menopause my mother described. But I haven’t been so lucky. I’ve experienced some warm nights, when I’ve woken up 12
sweaty; but I can’t say I’ve had that side effect very often. What I have experienced more than hot flashes has been anxiety and feeling overwhelmed. Moments when I’ve had to recite the Serenity Prayer while taking deep breaths in the driveway before taking the kids to school or before entering the building at work. I’ve also struggled with insomnia -- waking up in the middle of the night, as my mind decides to visit every To Do list in my life. But the not-so-funniest experience of all was when I visited my OBGYN for an annual well-woman checkup on my one-year anniversary without a period. I laugh now at how I triumphantly told her I was in menopause. That was in October. Then, ironically, when I started working on this
essay in January, I started my cycle. It was a very light period that lasted for about six days. As each day went by, I had to face the reality of what it was. I felt devastated and angry – especially when I remembered an O Magazine article “The New Midlife Crisis” by Ada Calhoun that said menopause can last “anywhere from a few months to 10 or 13 years.” Thirteen years!!?? So, here I am, one year and three months after my last cycle wondering, “What kind of leftover 2020 bad juju is this?” Menopause comes into our life at one of the worst moments, when we have so much going on. Wouldn’t it be easier if we could just stop having periods right after we are done having children?
THAT’S ALSO WHY I REALIZE SELF-CARE IS SO IMPORTANT AND LISTENING TO OUR BODIES IS KEY. I WANT TO BE HEALTHY SO I CAN HAVE A GREAT LAST ONE-THIRD OF MY LIFE. passed away at 69, her mother died at 58 and her sister died at 54; all three from diabetes complications. That’s why I’m grateful for menopause and everything that comes with growing older; because I know it’s a privilege denied to many. I have a daughter in college, a son who is a junior in high school getting ready to drive, and an incredibly busy life. Why can’t I be done already? And if I can’t be done now, how can I (we) survive? I can tell you that meditation has helped to ease my anxiety, especially when I struggle with insomnia. Working out has also helped. Achieving goals on my Peloton bike (like my 100th and 200th rides) has been really therapeutic
for me as I experience this “change of life.” Menopause has caused my mid-section to thicken (more than usual) and it’s much harder to get it down the older I get. Thank goodness I’ve had the bike to work on that challenge. Exercise is helping me mentally as I work to reshape my body.
That’s also why I realize that self-care is so important and listening to our bodies is key. I want to be healthy so I can have a great last one-third of my life. I want to enjoy the last years of my career and maybe even be adventurous and move to another city. I want to live long enough to retire, travel and enjoy the things I want to do.
What helps most of all are gratitude and self-care. I’m turning 51 years old in a week. My eldest sister passed away from cancer at 42. My mother
What helps me most is remembering that growing older is definitely an honor and menopause is just one of the hurdles along the way. 13
A Brand New Me BY GLORIA MCDANIEL
“I can finally breathe, don’t be mad. It’s just a brand new kinda free, that ain’t bad. I found a brand new kinda me. Don’t be mad. It’s a brand new time for me.” — Alicia Keys “There’s transformation on the other side of tragedy.” — my therapist
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Letter written by me to one of my abusers – I’ve been contemplating writing this letter to you for years and I finally have the courage to write it and send it. I want you to know a few things: 1. When you sexually molested me, you really messed up my life. You were one of my favorite relatives and I trusted you. That made it worse. I was only 6 or 7 years old when it started. I remember the exact circumstances and I remember everything that you did...and all the locations in which you did those things. 2. I did not enjoy any of those encounters. No matter what you think. Each time hurt me severely. Each time made me more and more damaged… more and more unable to speak up for myself. 3. I can’t and have never been able to sustain a healthy relationship because of what you did. You took my voice away. 4. I did tell my mom, but she didn’t completely believe me because she couldn’t imagine that you (of all people) would do such a thing. It hurt her so much. 5. I have confided in a few people that I trust. 6. It would be nice if you would at least apologize, but it’s okay if you don’t. I don’t need it now that I’ve gotten this off my chest. 8. I don’t wish you ill will because I don’t know what happened in your past. I just want you to know how what you did impacted my life. 9. I’m wounded but I’m not broken. I’m going to be okay, now that I’ve told you how I feel.
For as long as I can remember, I never really loved myself. I was so “different!” I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t like everyone else. I was different in all the wrong ways — I was taller than everyone else, darker than most of my relatives, more developed than girls my age, my feet were too big, my arms were too long, and my hair was nappy and short. Who could love me? I didn’t fit – ANYWHERE. Then on top of all of that, I began to be abused by a close family member when I was a first grader.
had been created to live a life of loss, of sadness.
Later in life, I began to realize that the reasons why I didn’t really love myself came from things that had been said and done to me decades ago. I also realized that I have made mistakes – so many mistakes... bad choices, bad relationships, bad alliances — because of how I thought of me. With a past like mine — how could I be worthy of more?
I heard from so many of you about the benefits of therapy during our retreats and meetups. So, after a few years, I sought out a therapist! I have gotten so much help from the one that I now have. It took a minute to find the right one – but I found her. She also passes no judgments. She doesn’t even flinch at some of my worst thoughts or about the things I’ve done.
I tried to rationalize it all – but I just couldn’t. There had to be something wrong with me. I was envious of people who had never experienced abuse. I often wondered how much better off I would have been if I hadn’t experienced all of these tragic events. I didn’t know that there was any other way to look at myself – other than to think I
Through YANA (I’m not kidding), I started to believe that these things aren’t true. I have gotten so much help and strength from my YANA sisterhood! Even though I haven’t connected with everyone in the same way, there are people in this group I can reach out to with the most outlandish questions or to tell them the most outrageous things – and they respond with no judgment, but also ensuring that I don’t continue to make bad choices.
I have finally found the power and the voice to speak up for myself. I finally got past the notion that protecting me has to come at the expense of someone else’s feelings. I finally understand what it means to love me – just the way I am. I finally understand that loving myself does not have to be
at anyone else’s expense. I finally took a really deep breath… and reached out for help. I am unapologetic for taking steps to protect and love me. Worst of all is that I had convinced myself that God didn’t love me or know that I exist. If God does exist, how could He have allowed these things to happen to me? How could He continuously turn His back on me and let me be abused – sexually, physically, and emotionally? Now, because I love Gloria, I realize that I experienced these things not because God had abandoned me – but because I have a higher calling. I am living proof that we can go through things and still become beacons of hope for ourselves and for others. I wrote that letter that I had been contemplating sending for years...and I sent it! When I clicked send, it felt as though a thousand pounds had been lifted off my chest. I was finally able to breathe. And it doesn’t matter whether or not he acknowledges all that he did to me. I love me and I am ready to live the rest of my years making sure that I prove to myself how much I am loved.
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YOGA is a Prayer BY KELLYN MCGEE I remember the first few times I tried Svarga Dvijasana or “Bird of Paradise” pose soon after I started practicing yoga. I would watch the teacher and other students get into the pose so easily and I wanted to do it. I wanted to fly, in paradise. But I couldn’t. So, I gave up, telling myself, “my body doesn’t work like that.” Recently I attended a class where the teacher hadn’t even cued the pose. We were doing one of its preparatory poses and something about my body felt open, ready. And I thought, “I wonder….” And I got into it. Easily. Now, this first one isn’t quite “perfect” in the “social media” kind of way. But, for me, it’s the perfect expression of the pose because I just let my body get me there. One pose I have been able to get into pretty easily since my first attempt, also early in my practice, is 16
Ardha Chandrasana or “Half Moon” pose. It is my favorite balancing pose. But that isn’t to say it’s always easy or that I always land this variation of it. Some days the best I can do is keep my bottom hand on the mat, or, more modified, on a block. My experiences with both these poses serve as a metaphor for my journey of self-love. The “easy to do” is always an easy choice. But that isn’t growth. And growing in love with self requires stretching, falling, trying again. Otherwise the easy becomes stagnant. But let’s not overlook the “easy.” We should allow — and definitely need – a place of comfort to return to. Without it, we might give up altogether. Soon after I became a yoga teacher a friend asked me to teach her staff after work. Half an hour, once a week. I said yes, even though I was nervous and
unsure of myself as a teacher. I got to meet the staff before the classes started, so I knew their experience with yoga (minimal, for most) and their interest (some were, some weren’t). I quickly had regulars and we showed up for each other every Wednesday, from 5:00 to 5:30. It became something I looked forward to. It was easy. Several months later, a friend who owned a studio asked if I could take over classes for a teacher who was leaving. ClassES. Seventy-five minutes each, twice a week! I’d been teaching a short class to people who had never taken yoga before and now I was being offered “real” classes in a studio to people who might have been practicing longer than me. And I was supposed to teach for more than twice the length of what I was used to. I said yes, still nervous, still unsure. I soon had regulars in my longer classes and I enjoyed preparing for and leading those, too. Each class I taught helped inform the others. The shorter class helped me build the more challenging classes and preparing the longer classes helped me make the shorter one less routine. I don’t know if I would have agreed to help my friend if I hadn’t already been teaching those shorter classes regularly. I needed the easy, comfortable class in order to agree to the one
WHEN I THINK OF HOW YOGA HAS STRETCHED ME (AND NOT JUST THE POSES), I HEAR MY MENTORTEACHER SAYING, “PRACTICE, AND ALL IS COMING.” I had to stretch to teach. I needed each of the classes, each week. When I think of how yoga has stretched me (and not just the poses), I hear my mentor-teacher saying, “Practice, and all is coming.” That’s the message she left when I posted my Bird of Paradise on social media, along with comments about how I struggled, gave up, and
one day my body opened up without me thinking too much about it. This is a principle of yoga, one that extends beyond the mat. If we continuously practice love to ourselves — doing the comfortable when we need to, stretching and trying the thing that we think we’re not capable of doing or we’re too vulnerable to let go — all is coming. And that “all” is great love.
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Playlist
A YANA Loving ME We asked our YANASISTERS to share a favorite self-love song, and came up with the perfect playlist. A sample of the songs is below, and you can check out the full playlist on Spotify for free! Just search for “YANA Loving Me”. 1. Hey Girl – Nicole C. Mullen 2. Free Me – Joss Stone 3. As I Am – H.E.R. 4. Scars To Your Beautiful – Alessia Cara 5. You Are Enough – Sheléa 6. Try – Colbie Caillat 7. Retrograde – James Blake 8. Alive – Rachel Kerr 9. D eliver Me (This Is My Exodus) – Donald Lawrence, The Tri-City Singers, Le’Andria Johnson 10. Private Party – India.Arie 11. A Rose Is Still A Rose – Aretha Franklin 12. You Will (The OWN Song) – Jennifer Hudson, Jennifer Nettles 13. Unwritten – Natasha Bedingfield 14. I Got This – Jennifer Hudson 15. I Didn’t Know My Own Strength – Whitney Houston 16. Golden – Jill Scott 17. Raise Up – Ledisi 18. I Am Light – India.Arie
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19. Survivor – Destiny’s Child 20. Unstoppable – Koryn Hawthorne
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