OpEd: Sisters, it’s time to toss the Superwoman cape
For generations, Black women have carried the weight of being
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When Megan Thee Stallion shared that her body had finally whispered—and then shouted—“enough,” I didn’t just see a viral celebrity moment; I saw a reflection of us. I saw Black women everywhere who have perfected the exhausting art of pushing through heartbreak, stress, and physical sickness because, somewhere along the way, we were conditioned to believe that stopping simply wasn’t an option.
We’ve developed a specialized vocabulary for our burnout: We don’t rest, we “regroup”; we don’t break down, we “push through”; and we certainly don’t ask for help—we just “handle it.” But let’s be honest with ourselves: This survivalist mindset is killing us. We have normalized burnout to the point of invisibility, wearing our “busy” schedules like a badge of honor and bragging about our lack of sleep as if it were a trophy. We show up for everyone else, even when we are running on fumes, and then we have the audacity to wonder why our bodies eventually start screaming for relief. Megan called her moment a wake-up call, but the real question is: how many alarms have we ignored?
For most of us, the signs don’t arrive with a dramatic hospital visit. They come in the quiet moments—the headaches we brush off, the anxiety we downplay, and the fatigue we explain away. It’s in those extra ten minutes we sit in our cars before going inside, just needing a second to breathe before the next demand hits.
We keep going because we believe we have to, and that belief isn’t accidental—it’s ancestral. Our strength was forged in the fires of slavery, segregation, and systemic injustice; for generations, being “strong” wasn’t a choice, it was a survival tactic. But somewhere along the line, that survival mechanism calcified into an impossible expectation. Now, even when we don’t have to carry the world alone, we still do.
Redefining our strength
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We have to start asking the hard question: Who actually benefits from our exhaustion? Because it certainly isn’t our health, our peace, or our joy—yet these are the very things we sacrifice on the altar of being “dependable.”
Let me be clear—this isn’t an argument for weakness. It is a call to redefine what strength actually looks like. Real strength is:
- Setting boundaries that protect your spirit.
- Saying “no” without providing a three-paragraph explanation.
- Choosing rest before your body forces a collapse.
- Understanding that you are a human being, not a machine.
We have to stop romanticizing the struggle. The truth is that you can be powerful and still be tired; you can be accomplished and still need a nap; you can be the backbone of your community and still say, “Not today.” The world will not fall apart because you chose yourself.
Tossing the cape
I know how hard this is. We are the fixers, the nurturers, and the builders. We are the ones people call when things go sideways. But while we are busy pouring into every other vessel, who is pouring into us? When was the last time you poured into yourself?
When Megan took a day to rest, she felt the need to apologize for it. That right there is the heart of the problem: We feel guilty for the very thing that keeps us alive.
So let me say this plainly: You are allowed to rest. You do not have to earn your breath, you do not have to justify your exhaustion, and you certainly don’t have to wait for a total breakdown to justify slowing down.
Sisters, it’s time to toss the cape. Not because we aren’t capable, but because we are. True strength is knowing when to sit down, breathe, and choose life over performance. After all, what good is being Superwoman if it costs you your soul? Sometimes the most revolutionary thing you can do is stop trying to be everything—and finally give yourself permission to just be.
