Sis… Why Are We Throwing Tomatoes at Each Other?

Can we have a little kitchen-table moment, woman to woman?

Because I am exhausted. And not the cute “I need a latte” exhausted. I mean the soul-tired kind.

Why are we talking smack about each other’s bodies like it’s a competitive sport?

Who appointed us the Supreme Court of Thighs, Faces, and Hormones?

“She’s gained weight.”
“She’s had work done.”
“She looks old.”
“She’s on hormone therapy.”
“She should’ve aged naturally.”
“She shouldn’t have aged at all.”

Like… what are we even doing?

Are we handing out gold medals for suffering now?
Is there a trophy for “Most Natural While Secretly Miserable”?

Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like a bunch of queens arguing over whether another queen’s crown is too shiny.

The Truth We Don’t Say Out Loud

Every woman you see is fighting some invisible dragon you know nothing about.

Hormones.
Trauma.
Divorce.
Illness.
Aging parents.
Teenagers.
Sleepless nights.
Identity shifts.
Career pivots.
Grief.
Body changes.
Joy changes.
Life changes.

And instead of handing her a sword…
We’re handing her a critique.

No ma’am.
That’s not love.
That’s insecurity wearing heels.

Women Need Women

Not as competitors.
Not as silent judges.
Not as back-alley commentators.

We need each other as mirrors, lifelines, and allies.

Because when life hits the fan, and it will, it’s usually not Brad, Chad, or corporate HR we’re calling.

It’s another woman who says:

“Come here. Sit down. I’ve got you.
You’re not crazy.
You’re not alone.”

That resonance.
That knowing.
That deep “I get you without you explaining a single thing.”

That is sacred.

And we cheapen it every time we reduce each other to wrinkles and waistlines.

Her Body Is Not a Community Project

Listen.

If a woman wants Botox, bless her injector.
If she wants to age naturally, bless her collagen.
If she wants hormone therapy, bless her doctor.
If she wants to do nothing at all, bless her peace.

Her body is not a community project.
Her face is not a town hall.
Her choices are not up for public review.

You don’t have to understand another woman’s path to respect it.
And you definitely don’t have to critique it to feel better about your own.

The Real Glow Up

The real glow up isn’t in the mirror.

It’s when women stop sharpening knives and start sharpening each other.

And To The Men Reading This

If you think you’re all she needs, get over yourself.

Women need women. Full stop.

It’s not up for debate.
It’s not a threat to your masculinity.
And it’s not something you’ll ever fully understand.

Stay in your lane.
And thank the universe she has sisterhood.

Because it makes her even stronger.

Mama Tiff

The Queen’s Path