Egg Roll in a Bowl with Crispy Wontons

Let me tell you something straight from the soul.

You—yes, you—are a bad mama jama.

I don’t care if you woke up today with your hair standing sideways, your jeans hugging a little tighter than you’d like, or your heart holding stories too heavy to share. I don’t care if your skin is cocoa-rich or porcelain-pale, if your thighs touch, if your belly jiggles, or if your laugh snorts when it escapes. I don’t care if your walk is a slow sway or a confident strut, if you wear heels like battle armor or haven’t worn a bra since 2020.

You’re still a bad mama jama. Powerful. Whole. Worthy. Beautiful beyond measure.

And don’t let this world try to shrink you. Don't let magazines whisper lies into your spirit about “bouncing back” or “fixing” what was never broken. You are not a before-and-after picture. You are not a number on a scale or a tag on a dress. You are a living, breathing masterpiece—painted in every shade of resilience.

For the women with scars from surgeries, and the ones who’ve never had the words to name their pain. For the mothers who birthed babies and the ones still holding space for the dream. For the queens who wear size 2s and the goddesses who rock 22s. For every soul who finds strength in femininity.

There’s no wrong way to be a woman.
There’s no wrong way to be you.

There is room enough for all of us.

The power isn't in fitting into a mold—it’s in breaking it. It’s in showing up to the mirror every day and whispering, “I’m still here. And that’s enough.”

You are not lovable despite your body, your skin, your past, or your softness.
You are lovable because of it.

So the next time that voice creeps in—the one that tells you you're too much or not enough—remind her that she was made in God’s image.

Not halfway. Not kind of. Not only when you’ve reached a goal or look a certain way. From the very first breath you ever took, you carried the fingerprint of the Divine. And nothing—nothing—can take that away.

You don’t need to be smaller, quieter, smoother, younger, or more “put together” to be worthy of love. You already are.

In His image.
On purpose.
With grace.

Unshakable. Unapologetic. Unrepeatable.

So go ahead, stretch out your arms, and take up all the space you need in this world. Say your name with pride. Dance in your kitchen. Wear the bold lipstick or none at all. Rest when you need to. Cry when you need to. Shine when you're ready.

We live in a world that tries so hard to define beauty with impossible rules—rules that shift with every trend, rules that leave so many of us tired, doubting, and shrinking. But God’s standard has never changed. You are His masterpiece, created with purpose and tenderness, not in comparison to anyone else, but as a reflection of His love.

Your reflection is sacred.
Your story is holy.
Your body is not a battleground—it’s a home where His Spirit dwells.

So when the world tries to quiet you, contain you, or convince you to shrink—remember: you are not here to be small, silent, or simple. You are here to be seen, to be felt, and to be unapologetically you.