Juneteenth 2020: Radical Honesty.

Atlanta, family, Lifestyle, mental health, momlife, Wellness

My Juneteenth celebration yesterday. Beauty, bellies, booties, & black women. My liberation came in the form of radical honesty. I sat in that pool yesterday and shed real tears and let it wash over me.

Often times as women and/or mothers, we try to keep it all together. We’ve been conditioned to. The concept of being a “strong black woman” can be very destructive and isolating. Not to mention, it takes mental energy and resources that can be better spent. I’m pledging to let it all go, practice compassion, and ask for the help that I need.

Open. Release. Shed. Love. Grow. Thankful for my tribe.

Celebrating self love. If you’re reading this, know that you are worthy and you are loved. You are beautiful and joy is your birthright.

Happy Juneteenth.

Take care,

Leslie Anne

#MooretoLove Wedding


So my little brother got married this summer and I could not have been happier for him and my new sister-in-law. I don’t know many couples as perfectly matched as they are.

Wedding season is usually a lot about what you’re going to wear for the occasion, and with this being my brother’s wedding, I couldn’t just roll up in any old thing. I found this Dress the Population dress (that I’m lowkey highkey obsessed with) at Macy’s the week before the wedding. I may just pull a Tiffany Haddish and rock this at all my formal-ish affairs from now on.

Aside from that, my baby boy Langston got his first haircut so he could be extra fresh… and I wanted to shed a thug tear. Who is dis child with the crispy lining?! And why are you trying to grow up?! As adorable as his haircut is, I really just want it to grow back so he can be my little baby with the wild hair forever.

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