About a year ago, I wrote a quick reflection about self-care. I’m going to share it again but want to share what prompted it. A dear friend sent me the screenshot of author/professor Roxane Gay’s tweet and a response by her author/professor peer, Melissa Harris-Perry about self-care.
Gay writes: “Today I was told ‘you excel at everything but taking care of yourself’ so now I am mad about being seen”
MHP responds: “This is one of the many reasons I strongly object to the self-care imperative. It is another thing for women ‘to do.’ Another thing we are supposed to be good at. Another class in which to earn an A. Guess who doesn’t take [care] of themselves?”
Here’s the thing: This doesn’t make sense (I’ll add to me to be gentle). My interpretation of Gay’s tweet is that by being seen, she feels exposed, vulnerable in a “how-are-you-reading-my-life-to-me” kind of way? Harris-Perry’s response, though, seemed to completely miss Gay’s point but also that of self-care.
If many of us don’t get better at caring for ourselves, creating and maintaining boundaries, and filling our cups before we pour from them, we will continue to work ourselves to unfulfilled deaths. People say often, “You can’t pour from an empty cup,” but I don’t agree. We, particularly black womenfolk, flip empty cups over all the time. We go when we have no go left in us, loan money when we have to borrow first to loan it, and encourage others without cheerleaders of our own. There’s no nobility in that, yet we continue.