Awkwardly Introverted

This Is My Resisting Bitch Face 😌✨ You ever just sit there, minding your business, and suddenly someone asks,  "Are you mad?"  or  "Why do you look so mean?"  Like, no. This is just my face. And even if I was mad, so what? Welcome to the world of the Resisting Bitch Face.  Not to be confused with Resting Bitch Face (RBF), this is something different. This is the face of someone who is actively resisting the urge to deal with nonsense, to entertain stupidity, or to engage with energy that simply isn’t worth it. Why Do We Even Have to Explain This?  🤨 It’s wild how people, especially women, constantly get judged for not smiling 24/7. Like, sorry, I’m not a theme park mascot here to make everyone comfortable. My face isn’t here for your approval. If I smile too much, I’m  trying too hard. If I don’t smile at all, I’m  unapproachable. If I’m neutral, I’m  giving attitude. Make it make sense! 😤 Resisting Bitch Face = Boundaries  🛑 Here’s ...

Let me start by saying this loud and clear:  I’m Black, y’all! I’m Blackity Black, Black, Black! ✊🏾  And if that makes anyone uncomfortable, that’s their problem, not mine. The image above isn’t just a dope piece of art—it’s a declaration, a reminder, and a whole mood.  "Our Blackness is Limitless."  Read that again. Sit with it. Let it sink in. Because the truth is,  Blackness is infinite.  It cannot be boxed in, watered down, or neatly categorized for anyone’s comfort. It’s loud when it wants to be, quiet when it needs to be, and bold in every damn space it occupies. It’s in the way we create, the way we move, the way we thrive despite every obstacle thrown our way.  Blackness is culture, rhythm, innovation, and power —all wrapped up in something that the world tries (and fails) to imitate. This isn’t just about aesthetics; it’s about  identity.  Blackness doesn’t have a singular look, sound, or personality. It’s introverted, extroverted, ...

Kendrick Lamar said it best:   “Bitch, don’t kill my vibe.”   And honestly, introverts everywhere have been silently screaming this for years. Our vibe is sacred. ✨ It’s the peace of a quiet room 🛋️, the joy of losing ourselves in a book 📖, the comfort of vibing alone 🎶 without small talk or forced interactions. It’s that perfect  flow state  where we’re in our element—until someone comes in and disrupts it. Maybe it’s an unexpected phone call 📱 when we were just about to get lost in our thoughts. Maybe it’s someone pushing us into plans we weren’t mentally prepared for. 😩 Or maybe it’s just the world being too  loud  when all we need is a moment of silence. 🤎🤫 Social energy is precious. 🧘🏾‍♀️ When we say we need space, it’s not personal—it’s survival. Like Kendrick’s lyrics, sometimes we just want to vibe in peace, without external chaos throwing us off balance. So, to the extroverts, the energy-drainers, and the unintentional vibe-killers:  ...