(PREFACE) IN HER OWN STRENGTH

 



For Every Black Woman Who Forgot She Was the Miracle

There comes a moment in every woman’s life—especially a Black woman—when she looks in the mirror and barely recognizes herself.

Not because she’s broken.
But because she’s been so much to so many for so long, that she’s forgotten who she was before the world started calling her strong.

This book is not just about empowerment.
It’s about remembrance.
It’s about unearthing what was planted in us long ago by the women who came before us—the mothers, aunties, grandmothers, and midwives of our soul—who survived with grace, grit, and God.

In Her Own Strength is a call back to self.
It’s for the woman who gives and gives but rarely receives.
For the woman who shows up with a full heart even when her spirit feels empty.
For the woman who is tired of being tired—but still rises.

Each chapter in this book is a love note to a piece of you.
Resilience. Hope. Courage. Confidence.
Not things you have to earn—but things you were born with.
This is not a manual. It’s a mirror.
A journal. A sanctuary.
A place to remember you’re never alone in your becoming.

You don’t need to become someone new.
You just need to return to who you were before the world made you forget.

So let’s begin.
With open hearts. With sacred softness.
With your mother’s prayers still covering you.

You are not starting over.
You are starting from strength.

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