I Own My Health Journey. Period.

I’ve been thinking a lot about ownership.

Not the trendy kind. Not the “everybody on TikTok doing it so now I’m doing it” kind.

I mean real ownership. Of my health. Of my body. Of my mind. Of my spirit.

Because if I’m being honest, a lot of what’s missing in health and wellness conversations is agency.

It’s always:
You should do this.
You shouldn’t do that.
That’s dangerous.
That’s the only way.

But rarely do we talk about process. About asking questions. About understanding what’s happening in your own body and deciding how you want to respond.

For me, that’s what this wellness journey is all about.

It’s Not Either/Or

I’m not anti-doctor.
I go to my annual physicals and follow ups.
I take my ADHD meds and see the difference it can make.
I believe in pharmaceutical medicine that’s been developed and tested.

And I also believe in the assistance of peptides.
And supplements.
And lab work. Whether through a Doctor or on my own.


And paying attention to patterns.
And adjusting lifestyle.
And using tools strategically.

All of it can coexist.

It doesn’t have to be one camp versus the other. That’s just silly to me.

Health is a puzzle. And I refuse to pretend one piece is the whole picture.

Accountability Feels Different Than Fear

I don’t talk about what I use because I think I’m a guru.

I talk about it because I believe in accountability.

I want to understand why I feel the way I feel.
I want to see my labs.
I want to track patterns.
I want to ask, “Is this working?”
And if it’s not? I pivot.

That’s ownership.

Not rebellion. Not ego. Not trying to outsmart medicine.

Partnership.

Informed partnership.

This Is Bigger Than Me

Working through this with my son made it even more real.

He’s a teenager. On the spectrum. Dealing with vitamin D deficiency that’s showing up in his A1C.

I don’t just want to manage his health for him.

I want him to grow into someone who can say:
“I don’t like how I feel.”
“Something feels off.”
“What can I adjust?”

That’s power.

Especially for our kids.
Especially for Black kids.
Especially for boys who aren’t always encouraged to articulate what’s happening internally.

Ownership is a definite form of self-trust.

And Yes, It Matters That I Look Like Me

I also talk about this because someone who looks like me should be visible in these conversations.

We’re often told what to do with our bodies.
We’re often dismissed.
We’re often under-informed.
We’re often over-prescribed.
We’re often under-heard.

So yes, I’m going to ask questions.
Yes, I’m going to explore options.
Yes, I’m going to use peptides and prescriptions if needed.
And, Yes, I’m going to advocate.

Because my health is not a trend.
It’s not content.
It’s not rebellion.

It’s responsibility.

That’s my why.

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I Didn’t Believe But Now I Do: My Peptide Origin Arc

I started my journey into peptides aka “peppers” in March 2025, March 1st to be exact. It was after a conversation with my eldest sister at Christmas about her starting her journey on Ozempic aka “Ozzy”. She said her doctor had told her she needed it and how it would help her insulin resistance. I was just listening and open to change at that time. Even though I was taking my thyroid meds as directed, I was still floundering and in pain.

I was against any weight loss meds initially. When the commercials came out, it didn’t help me see the medicines as a choice. Also, all the media references and negative spins on who was on it and who wasn’t were in my mind too. Add to that I had tried losing weight naturally by diet and walking as I had done in my younger years, way before my hormones/organ betrayed me. Then, hearing of “Ozempic” face as a constant thing on blogs and in the news; it definitely molded and shaped my objective stance. But once I started talking to my big sis and heard her thoughts, it opened my mind to do more research.

My research led to me talking to my endo; who previously had recommended weight loss drugs and was happy to do a recommendation for it through insurance at that time. By this appointment though, when I was comfortable asking for the medicine, insurance wasn’t approving anyone for coverage and co-pays🙃. That led to me having to find a way to self pay and get it myself. After going to the direct source of the meds by way of big pharma/ patent holder company, I was able to find out I could pay out of my own pockets monthly if my doctor ordered it directly through them. Ordering the meds directly was a learning curve for both my doctor and myself but I managed to get on Zepbound but I’m calling it “Jetbound”. 

Let me back up on what I chose and why. I researched “Ozzy” and I also researched “Jetbound”. Ozzy works on one pathway in our body while Jet works on two. “Why choose one way when I can take two” was my line of thinking and so I chose Jet. 

Getting more into the science stuff and remembering my chemistry from 10th grade, it threw me into learning and expanding my medical layman’s knowledge. This helped me to advocate for myself with my primary and my endo. 

Here’s where things shifted:

I was swinging the costs until I just couldn’t. Originally, I had to rob Peter to pay Paul for my monthly starting doses. I am extremely active on Reddit. It’s where I first stumbled across the name brand’s subreddit. From there and after reading a lot on that board, if I remember correctly, I then went to Tirzepatide aka “Trizzy” Compound boards.

After that, I was off to the races!

I made a bunch of silly decisions or mistakes and will detail that another day but I wouldn’t trade the journey for nothing!

When I say I took photos on first dose day as well as my weight, I was shocked and surprised by what I looked like and weighed. [Insert pics of that day & my starting weight].

It was the heaviest I have ever measured myself and I was struggling. I actually lost a few pounds right before but it just wasn’t enough. Not to mention I was inflamed, bloated and in all types of aching pain. My thyroid was fighting me and it was winning. Or, rather my body was fighting with itself and it was not a lovely feeling. After taking the first shot, it might have been a placebo effect but my joints in my hands felt so much better. I could open and close them without my hands locking up. It had gotten to the point where I couldn’t braid or twist my hair any longer. Also, my arms had on and off feelings of pins and needles, most of the time. I was only 40! Not to mention my insulin resistance and how prediabetes was affecting my whole body. From my eyesight being the worst it has ever been in my life due to sugar. Add to that mysterious bruises appearing on my body, and my cuts not healing as quick as they used to. I was just ready for change and this did it. 

Has this ride been smooth sailing? Heck nope! I started March 1st and went on a girls trip in mid-April. Guess who learned the hardest way alcohol won’t mix with these meds? This girlie🙋🏾‍♀️. Had a day or so in my room enjoying the porcelain throne a lot more than I should have been in Jamaica. 🙃🤪

I have had plenty more slip ups or learning lessons but won’t give them all away in one post because then, what else would you tune back in for? 😏😉

So stay tuned, because I have so much more to say and share about my journey so far. Especially for folks who look like me🫶🏾. I am ready to share and know I’m not the only woman, momma who wants to feel better but may not know where to turn. 

This is now. 60lbs down🎉🎉🎉
Almost a year on this journey!🥳🎉🔥

I’ve sustained my Temple. Are you ready to sustain yours?

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Love Essie B in DC

Life’s a Marathon, Not a Sprint: Finding My Pace and My Power

Ai generated picture of myself if I ran (LOL)

Y’all know how life can feel, right? Like we’re constantly on a treadmill, chasing some finish line that seems to keep moving. The world screams “faster! quicker! more!” and it’s easy to get caught up in that frantic dash for instant gratification, for that “overnight success” we see plastered everywhere. But if there’s one profound truth I’ve learned, it’s this: “Life is a marathon and not a sprint. It takes stamina and patience to endure.”
And let me tell you, this isn’t just a catchy phrase I picked up somewhere. This is the compass I live by every single day. It helps me breathe when I’m not where I want to be yet. It reminds me that progress isn’t always a giant leap, but often a series of small, determined steps. It means seeing the blessing in every tiny bit of forward motion instead of kicking myself, or sinking into despair, when I feel “behind” or find myself peeking over at someone else’s seemingly perfect journey. This perspective has been my anchor, allowing me to celebrate the unfolding of my own story, at my own pace.


The Unshakeable Power of Demanding What I Deserve
There comes a point, doesn’t there, when you just get tired of begging? Tired of pleading for what should be freely given. For me, that pivotal moment arrived when I was living a life that felt incredibly lonely, even when I wasn’t alone. I was in my former marriage, physically present but emotionally distant, and the truth is, it wasn’t a healthy or thriving space for me, for our kids, or even for him. I won’t dive into all the granular details, because as we know, there are two sides to every story, and then there’s the truth, which is often a unique blend of both.
But what emerged from that experience was a fierce, unwavering conviction: “I no longer beg for honesty or the truth. I demand it or I give you the absence of my presence.” This isn’t about being mean or manipulative; it’s about self-preservation and an absolute commitment to living an authentic, transparent life, complete with firm boundaries. If a situation, a relationship, or even a dynamic isn’t serving me or anyone involved, especially when I’m consistently framed as the problem or issue, then I have to remove myself. It’s a powerful act of self-respect, declaring that my peace and well-being are simply non-negotiable. It’s choosing spaces where genuine connection can flourish, where truth is honored, and where I can unapologetically show up as my whole self.


Love in Its Truest Form: First the Lord, Then Self

Ai generated image of my Jesus


This entire journey of self-discovery, of finding my voice and my strength, has been so profoundly intertwined with my faith. Learning to put my love for the Lord first and foremost has been the absolute bedrock upon which everything else has been built. It began with truly seeking Him, getting to know His heart, and then diving deep into His Word. And y’all, what I discovered there? It changed everything.


I learned and saw what He had to say about me in His word, and that helped me to see myself through His eyes. To truly understand and appreciate and love myself as He loves me. That understanding, that unconditional divine love, allowed me to start accepting better – if not the best – for myself. And it’s a daily practice, something I have to be more intentional about every single day, especially as I look to the remainder of 2025.


I also learned, in examining His love and His words, that He gives us free will. He provides us with knowledge and choices, but He doesn’t make us choose Him. That profound truth has revolutionized how I approach my own life and my relationships. I’ve learned to step back from a lot of the controlling tactics I used to have, the ones I’d picked up along the way. And let me tell you, living that way, trusting in His greater plan and allowing space for others to choose their own paths, has made my life so much better, richer, and filled with a peace I didn’t know was possible.


Cultivating Community and Embracing Your Unique Journey


My heart’s desire, in sharing all of this with you, is to inspire you to look at your own journey with fresh eyes. To truly embrace the marathon, to courageously demand the truth in every corner of your life, and to discover the powerful, transformative connection between your faith and your self-worth.


For all my fellow moms out there, especially my beautiful Black mommas, know this: I see you. I hear you. I’m pouring my energy into growing and cultivating a community for us, a space where we can share our truths, uplift each other, and simply be in these wild times we’re living in. We deserve to thrive, to be seen, to be heard, and to be celebrated.


Now, I want to hear from you. What have you learned in this stage of your life’s marathon?

Please share your reflections and join this incredible community we’re building.

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