SISTAHS AGAINST FIBROIDS

This past year, I've had to interact with the medical system more than usual. I was saddened with a loss of words for a while from negative experiences. I had researched doctors in my area and acted on referrals. Yes, finally a sister md that would relate to me and my experience. She walked in the room filled, with my immediate family and our visit began. From my previous signed paperwork, she'd learned that I refused to consent to a blood transfusion. This doctor asked me, was I Jehovah's Witness. She bullied me with fear tactics that I could pass out because of a loss of blood due to anemia. When I tried to explain my reason, she instantly cut me off and began to talk over me. Baby is getting a well check up by the Pediatrician. The doc directs his assistant to get ready to give my baby injections, I interrupt him and say, "I don't vaccinate". And there we go back and forth about until he says, "Now, you are a smart woman and even you, as an adult n

Pedophiles are so common in our community that someone came up with a comical name for them. "Chester, the child molester." Well these child molesters have names and faces and we must expose them. Otherwise, they remain anonymous. When they are unknown, more people are subject to their abuse. On social media, I exposed him and myself with details. I spoke with people on his side and my family about everything that had happened. It was not a surprise to many. They already knew and he even confessed to some inappropriate actions that he'd done to my sister. I wanted to confront him face to face, but he refused. My coming out was not meant to create a gossip session or be considered as another sexual abuse scandal. I wanted him and everybody to know that I still remembered what he did to me, and to warn parents to protect their children from sexual predators. It was a step of healing for me. It went further than what I could have ever imagined. These are the things that I

Black Breastfeeding Week was founded in 2013 by sistahs who felt the need and began to organize. Read more http://theleakyboob.com/2013/08/black-breastfeeding-week-interview-with-cofounder-anayah-sangodele-ayoka/ I heard about BBW a few years ago. Last year was the first time that I attended a BBW event. Early this year, I didn't hear any mention of events in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. I began to reach out to others in the birth industry and asked for collaboration. I did get others to speak, vend, volunteer and support the BBW events, but I ended up hosting alone and being the only sponsor. So again, all of the weight fell on me. While this was the longest series of events that I've ever done in a short period of time, I did not feel the usual stress. Yes, there were sleepless nights, wondering about how everything was going to turn out, but I did not get the usual "emotional breakdown" that I experience right before an event. Too many talkers and not enough

I try to stay in my lane and fight on my level. The slaughtering has been going on for thousands of years. Now, it can be seen on the television/internet and even live. The same pattern happens: Innocent men (mostly) and women are murdered. We cry, yell, pray, post on social media, march, protest, etc... The killer is clearly guilty and walks away free. We get angry. Then go back to living like no genocide is taking place. Well yesterday, today, it happened and tomorrow it will happen again. So what are we going to do now? We definitely have got to stop fueling these murders. It is not one police officer, but a whole system that wants to see black people exterminated. From the hospitals to the public schools shystem to the water supply. We cannot continue to pretend to be blind, deaf, and dumb. We are smarter than this. Even though every thing is against us, we will not give up. History clearly shows our intelligence and strength. Survival is in our DNA. Know thyself! Only, if we k

You may have been sexually molested, which is the same as rape, whether there was penetration or not. It is unwanted. This violent crime, robs the victim of their innocence. Our sexuality is sacred. The sexual organs are called, our "private parts" for a reason and are meant to be respected and honored. It is happening everyday, somewhere in the world. Some tell immediately and others later. Maybe days, weeks or even years. An unknown number never tell. They block it out of their minds and internalize it. Others self - medicate and heal as best as they can. Sexual abuse is traumatic. Verbal, physical, and emotional abuse is also. Abuse is experienced by a lot of us. How do we heal from it? We can not walk around here broken and halfway put together. The abusers must be dealt with and not made to feel like what they have done is okay. The victims must not be blamed and shamed, but handled delicately. You must tell somebody and not keep it a secret. :::::::::::::::

Hysterectomy is the second most frequently performed surgical procedure, after cesarean section, for women of reproductive age in the United States. Approximately 600,000 hysterectomies are performed annually in the United States, and approximately 20 million U.S. women have had a hysterectomy. Women aged 40--44 years had a significantly higher hysterectomy rate compared with any other age group. During the study period, 52% of all hysterectomies were performed among women aged < 44 years. In addition, hysterectomy rates per 1,000 in women aged 45--54 years increased significantly, from 8.9 in 1994 to 10 in 1999. The overall hysterectomy rate for women living in the South was 6.5 per 1,000, which was significantly higher than the rate among women who lived in either the Northeast (4.3) or the West (4.8) but not significantly higher than the rate among women who lived in the Midwest (5.4). Black women were more likely to undergo abdominal hysterectomy than white women. This r

I come from the ghetto. The slums, I will say. Poor, but I didn't realize it, growing up. When I became a licensed Nail Technician and began to be around clients who could afford all types of luxuries. I began to watch and study financially rich people. My family is into being employees and I refuse that for me. Even through the ups and downs, I just can't give up on my goals. How many times have I failed? So many. There's no need to count. I am determined to help another baby come into this world or save another woman from getting a hysterectomy. The joy I feel, when I've helped someone to become fertile is overwhelming. I have had plenty of people, do me dirty and I refuse to dwell on the negativity of past experiences. I MUST HELP MY SISTAHS, our womb is in a crisis and owning my own business offers me the freedom to do so. Using all of my resources to get 1 inch closer toward the things that I have written down somewhere in one of my notepads. Women pleas