Last month, Brandi Hawthorne of Woman, Live! and Woman, Eat. hosted a hashtag party and tweet chat for the #IAmMySister initiative. The conversation that emerged pushed me to reconsider and strengthen my views of sisterhood and my personal responsibility to the entire community that is black women.
Brandi’s blogs are dedicated to helping women live their best lives through faith, support and healing. I don’t remember how I first stumbled upon her blog or the #IAmMySister initiative, but I do remember the words that begged me to get involved. She describes her heart for creating such awareness on a post at Woman, Eat.:
“We have to decide in our hearts that it is an honor to be black. (Because it is.) We have to believe that all shades of black are beautiful. (Because they are.) And, we have to declare hurting, belittling, backstabbing, and betraying another sister an act of treason.”
Reading these words was like a shock to the brain. An act of treason? Based on those standards, too many of us would be kicked off the proverbial love-your-sister island. We’ve all failed our sisters in some way and this discussion showed us exactly why.
The hashtag party started at 4pm on Saturday, August 3rd. I love Brandi’s dedication in coordinating these events as she lives with her family in Guam (which is 14 hours ahead of EST). I was so excited to join the discussion that I expected tons of women to jump on this hashtag party. But even better, the hashtag party was an intimate gathering of women looking to genuinely pour out their hearts and reach out their hands.
Truly, we didn’t need thousands of women to spark the enlightenment of positivity. It only takes one woman to have the vision – two women to start the conversation. But the discussion was so positive and enlightening that I couldn’t help but come back the next day for the tweet chat.
The tweet chat on Sunday, August 4th was way more live. At 7pm, more women chimed in on what it meant for us to have unity amongst black women and what we could each do to push for the cause. I couldn’t help but to literally stop and think as the questions rolled out: How do I be a sister to a “messy” female? How can I help to restore the natural trust that has been lost between black women? It wasn’t just rhetoric; these were game changers. It was so beautiful to witness and participate.
A lot of deep discussions often endure the splattering of personal opinion without any intention on providing solutions to the issue at hand. Not this time! We realized the way we treat each other is a direct reflection of how we see ourselves. We are not our sisters’ keepers. We ARE our sisters. The malice we show one sister shows the lack of confidence I may have in myself.
However, when we approach our sisters in love – no matter how unrefined, ratchet or uncouth they may be – we silently remind ourselves that we are all Queens that are deserving of respect and honor. Unlocking the confidence in your sister is the key to moving forward in your own path. It takes a village to raise a child…but we still need the village once we put away childish things.
Here are some of my favorite tweets from the chat:
Also, this month Brandi will be discussing suicide awareness amongst black women. That’s certainly a chat you don’t want to miss.
Regal Resource: If you missed the Twitter party, check out the hashtag to see what you missed!
I Want to Know:
- Were you able to participate in the Twitter party for #IAmMySister?
- If not, what would you have added to the conversation?
- What is one thing every black woman can do to encourage confidence in our sisters?
- What is one thing you would like from your sisters to help you feel even more confident?