Beaming

This bish (me!) is in remish (remission!)

My oncologist - beaming.
My mom - crying.
Me - shimmying.

We will unpack the still-emerging emotions of the past months together.
Offline, my words pour out in journals, on whiteboards, across post-its stuck to every-available wall space.
I can’t wait to keep hoping and helping on this space.

AND

For this moment, we dance!

Help me celebrate by turning on your current favorite jam and shaking that booty, tapping that toe, losing your freakin’ mind in the music! Dance like you danced when you were four years old and the beat dropped.

I love you!

With love & a shimmy, a belly laugh, a exhale of relief,
Nutmeg

Henna crown artwork by the ever-talented Naqiya!