Boundaries aren’t walls.They’re doors you open for love — and shut to harm. For too long, women, especially Black women, have been praised for how mu
Boundaries aren’t walls.
They’re doors you open for love — and shut to harm.
For too long, women, especially Black women, have been praised for how much we can endure.
How much we can carry.
How much we can forgive.
How long we can stay.
But endurance without protection is not virtue — it’s slow death.
And you were not created to be used up.
You were created to live.
To flourish.
To choose.
Boundaries are the living proof that you finally believe your life is worth protecting.
🌿 Boundaries Are Ancestral Wisdom
Our foremothers didn’t survive without boundaries.
They learned which faces to trust.
They chose when to speak and when to stay silent for their safety.
They protected their children, their dignity, their inner fire — however they could.
Every boundary you set now —
every no, every door closed, every peace kept —
is a prayer answered for women who never had the same freedom.
💔 Why Boundaries Feel So Heavy
You were taught that being “good” meant saying yes.
You were taught that love meant sacrificing your own needs.
You were taught that survival meant shrinking.
But healing teaches something different:
Goodness does not require you to betray yourself.
Love without respect is not love.
Survival without wholeness is not living.
It’s not selfish to have boundaries.
It’s sacred. It’s Womanist. It’s life.
✊🏽 What Womanist Boundaries Sound Like
“I will not carry what is not mine.”
“My softness is not a permission slip to be harmed.”
“I don’t have to explain why I said no.”
“My energy is not an unlimited resource for others to spend.”
“Loving you does not require losing myself.”
Your no is a sentence.
Your no is a shield.
Your no is holy.
🌸 Benediction for the Journey: On Boundaries
May you trust that protecting your peace is not cruelty — it is wisdom.
May you know that a boundary is not a rejection of love, but a requirement for it.
May you remember that your life belongs first to your spirit, not to the demands of others.
And may your boundaries stand tall, clear, and sacred —
just like the women who came before you dreamed they would.
