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        It’s a question I hear one time too many. A question that is constantly forwarded to me by many a friend. It used to be infuriating. A slow-churning irritation, like the picking at a scab that your mother told you a hundred times to leave alone. Just like that scab, you kept going to address it. Kept touching it, poking it, and paying attention to it. Because, well…just because. You felt it would make it heal. You thought that if it healed faster you wouldn’t need to deal with it again.

           But then another person asked

           That’s when you realize, it’s time to leave the scab alone.

However, for the final time, let's address this. Why is there a black planner group?

 Making my own stickers that apply to my own life. 

Making my own stickers that apply to my own life. 

In order for me to answer this, lets take a little detour, I have to explain something. Black Hair Care; It’s SO IMPORTANT. Our hair are our crowns of glory. But, that’s another story for another day. When I first entered into this planner community, I wanted to buy stickers, but I found nothing that really had to do with my life. Yea, I could get some payday stickers, some credit card stickers, but what I needed to track, to plan, wash day, for me and my daughter. Every single time I searched wash day, I found laundry, little dirty t-shirts, baskets of clothes, little washing machines. Cute, of course, but not what I needed at all.

           Wash day was for my hair, and yes it would take the whole day.

 I never sold or remade these after copyrightgate a few years back OOPS! Sorry to the artist!

I never sold or remade these after copyrightgate a few years back OOPS! Sorry to the artist!

So I made my own from an artist’s work (oops) I found on Pinterest. I felt satisfied. I felt complete. I had represented myself in my own planner. I continued to proudly use my planner, accidently leaving my planner open on THAT STICKER. I was STUPID PROUD. But then soon after, it was Black History Month. Yet again, I wanted stickers to represent my culture I was becoming so obsessed with. Of course I couldn’t find any I wanted to spend my money on (btw there are more black people other than MLK and Rosa Parks), so of course, I made them.

 LORD THIS BAD BOY WAS HIDEOUS....but you couldn't tell me NOTHING!

LORD THIS BAD BOY WAS HIDEOUS....but you couldn't tell me NOTHING!

They were hideous.

Literally just squares of artwork. But I was in love, you COULDN’T TELL ME ANYTHING. Those were the weeks I was so excited to use my planner. The patience, the love, the attention I put into making sure my week was ready to be executed beautifully, could not compare. I knew then that this is how all the “big name planner girls” felt. However, I didn’t know where to find other girls like me. Now, that's not to say there were no black women in the planner community. I saw a few girls, and stalked their planners to see if they found stickers that made more sense to my life. Still nothing, however, I never voiced my desire to see myself represented, it was my own personal obsession. Surely I was the only one that felt like this, so I kept quiet.

       Until one day, November 30th, 2015, I and a few other ladies were talking about how we all felt the same way. How hard it was to find anything that related to us sticker-wise. How this hobby was being catered to one demographic. Why weren't stickers that looked like us, I'm not skinny, why were all the stickers skinny? Their questions were just like mine! There were other women that felt the same way! I was astonished.

           I wasn’t alone, we weren’t alone.

 My absolute forever favorite planner spread...One day I will recreate it. 

My absolute forever favorite planner spread...One day I will recreate it. 

That is why we needed this group, this sisterhood, and this support. Loneliness is a hell of a motivator. Being ignored was like a lighter under our behind. Igniting a fuse that got us moving in a direction to support one another, the encouragement to see ourselves reflected in the pages of our futures. Rather than ask again and get shut down, it was time to do for ourselves.

That’s why we have a black planner group.

End of Story