03/18/2025
Blowing kisses to my 30s.
Read to the end for a birthday request.
Here is my manifesto (sound on for full effect)
Happy birthday to me.
I’m not posting late because I’m against aging.
In fact, my greatest rebellion against the patriarchy is how much I love my age. How I dare to present however I like whether I’m pleasing anyone’s standards or not.
I’m a 40 year old who plays dress up. Who acts however she wants to act. Presents however she wants to present.
Young, old… these are not words in my lexicon. Especially since the phrases “young woman” and “old woman” are only used to assign worth by men with puffed chests stinking of mediocrity.
I just am.
I’ll be posting some of my favorite photos from my modeling days… which started when I was 35, around the same time I decided to go back to school to get my nursing degree, after spending twelve years as a stay at home mom raising babies and tending to a home.
I love being a mother.
I love being a partner.
I love working.
I love modeling.
I love being a presence online to destigmatize wigs.
But more than all of that….
I love myself.
I love my confidence.
I love my intellect.
I love my grit and my fight.
I love my body and grant her all the pleasure and adornment she can stand.
I love that I’m tacky and low brow and my south St. Louis is trapped in my tongue.
When I walk, flames follow.
I am fragile and wounded.
I have burned down cities and built new sanctuaries.
I know I have been a woman in all of my past lives because I was born knowing how to use my body like a poem, like a deep breath of o***m, like a weapon.
I have clung too tightly wailed at the foot of doubt.
With age I am a shepherdess for the feminine.
My role is defined, and my resolution unwavering.
I invite you to witness a woman in her power. Amen.
For my birthday, please contribute to a collective Bianca playlist. Give me the song that makes you feel like you’re standing on top of the world. Thank you 🙏🏼