#BlackGirlMagic

Y'all, I've been itching to make a post, and as the good Lord would have it, today is the day Ima just write my little heart away. Let me start by saying, I'm not into witchcraft, and evil juju. I am a Christian. When I reference black girl magic, I'm speaking more about this indescribable "thing" that unifies most black girls/women. Call it energy, or call it a vibe - whatever it is, it's a beautiful thing. 

If you frequent social media platforms such as Twitter & Tumblr, you've probably seen the hashtag #BlackGirlMagic somewhere. If not, quit hiding under a rock and get with the program! Much like fashion, there are things that will always recycle in life, but there's also things that will be considered timeless. I'm going to go out on a limb, and boldly declare that black girl magic is timeless. Today showed me that in a way I will forever be grateful for. Today was a hectic day for me. I was running around with my mother doing some last minute Christmas shopping, and our holiday grocery shopping. We don't own a car, so our travels were done on public transportation. If any of you know me personally, you know I am my mother's daughter. I say that because we not only look alike, but we are very similar. As we got on our second bus for the day to head to Fairview mall, a middle aged black woman sat beside my mom. It took all of 3 minutes before they started up a conversation. In a span of 5 minutes they found several commanalities. I excused myself to the back of the bus, once I seen a seat free up. I sat down with an unobstructed view, and just gazed at my mother and her new found friend. Chopping it up, like they were old friends that were catching up. I was bewildered, I was witnessing black girl magic, and it was special. 

This might sound silly, but without saying it I just assumed the magic faded with age. I thought black girl magic was exclusive to the trendy 20 somethings, that have natural hair and keep up with their tumblr accounts (word to Gambino!). It was beautiful, to watch and overhear their encounter. They bonded over the fact that they will always call their adult children their babies, and also the fact that they don't trust anybody's cooking- ESPECIALLY IN THE WORKPLACE. Today I looked at my momma, and genuinely thought "she's magical!" . I don't know if that paints a childish picture of who I am, but I can seriously say it was so encouraging to me. Growing up and getting old comes with a lot of responsibilities. I'm glad that I will be able to adult while simultaneously still being a magical black woman. I pray the children, and people that I have the privilege to meet get to experience a little bit of the magic in me. 

As mind blowing as it was to see my mother in this new light, I realized our magic transcends age restrictions. My 3 year old God daughter is the tiniest embodiment of black girl magic. She has spunk, and personality. People are literally drawn to her, and she doesn't even know it! 

It's in our hair, our vibe, our eyes. It's just a part of our make up. I pray every black girl reading this continues to shine, and continues to share her magic with the world.