The image of the Black woman in our community is one of strength and resilience. We are superwomen and proud of it. We can work full-time while attending school, run a side business, hang out with the girls and still take care of our families. We wear being overextended like a badge of honor.
But is it an honor to be sick, tired, stressed, and in denial about it all? Should we be proud of literally working ourselves to death? Is being a superwoman worth all that it costs us?
I was raised by a superwoman. My mother worked full-time as a nurse. She sold Mary Kay cosmetics on the side. She raised six kids. She cooked dinner every night, even though she worked nights. She also went back to school even though that meant she would have to head to class as soon as she got off work. She never complained. She did what needed to be done.
Watching my mother made me think all that was normal. It was also normal to lack sleep. It was normal to not take care of your health. It was normal to never ask for help. It was normal to not talk about your feelings. It was normal to put everyone before yourself. It was normal to juggle every ball thrown at you. It was normal to carry the weight of it all alone. She did it so it was normal for me to do it.
The problem with being a superwoman is that it erases you as a person. Why not try being super at your job but still leave on time. Be the supermom who knows that laundry can wait while you take a bubble bath. Be the superwife with weekly date nights. Be the super student who unplugs when your body tells you to. Why not try being super good to yourself. Your body, mind, and spirit will thank you for it.
Paula J. Shelton is a freelance writer and journalist based in Chicago. Find her on social @beboldshineon.