In my efforts to breathe new life into this blog, I asked my longtime followers, via Instagram Stories, what they liked most about The Skinny Black Girl. I expected someone to trigger an epiphany, lightbulb, or a burning bush. Here’s what I got instead:
I smiled as the replies came in. There I was, thinking I needed bells and whistles, more structured posts, more salacious stories… But the people who fuck with this space don’t need anything more than my honesty.
Noted and appreciated.
I will stop fretting. About writing style, structured posts, or forced “community building.”
I’ll show up, put the words down, and trust the real ones to fuck with it.