Sometimes I feel like art is supposed to mirror life, but strangely it’s as if art is trying to catch up to life, to a certain extent.
I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
There is a way to be a woman, ask for what we deserve and be able to negotiate.
When you feel happy, you look beautiful.
I was shy, but it came out in a big personality. My turning point was when I let my hair go naturally and I got contact lenses. I am really blind, by the way. I have these big eyes that don’t work!
If I’m going to show cleavage or chest then I don’t show leg. I show one thing. If I show leg then everything else is covered up.
I think television is doing a better job than films in terms of representing people, but television is still not diverse.
I’m a farmer’s market girl, so if you go and get beautiful, fresh fruit, that’s local, and it hasn’t been frozen yet, it’s pretty fantastic.
Black-ish is really a show about an American family and these are some of the topics that come up – for all of us, in different ways – and we get to see how this family is walking through it.
I’m a really big believer in self care. One of the ways I nourish my soul is I eat the way I live my life – joyfully.
There are a ton of foods that are great for you, that’s like an indulgence.
I buy what makes my heart sing. So, it’s not that I follow one specific track. It’s sort of what I like. I love colors. I love unique pieces. I love vintage clothing.
One of the things I’ve realized is how portable God is. No really, He’s everywhere!
I’m trying to find my own version of what makes me feel beautiful.
I was spoiled when I worked in the magazine world. Fashion closets are heaven and I seem to model my organization after a fashion closet.
I’m extremely blessed to have the extraordinary mother that I have, and I don’t mean Diana Ross, I mean the mother. My mom paved a road that didn’t exist, as did Oprah.
Differences in experience, points of view and opinions aren’t what pulls us apart. It’s what pulls us together.
Nothing goes to windward like a 747.
I hope they look at me and think, ‘That lady looks like she accepts herself.’
Because of my unique experience as my mom’s child, the beginning of my journey was more about me trying to figure out who I was on my own. My mom is one of the greatest moms and so supportive of all my siblings and of all of us being who we are, and not who she wanted us to be.
Here is my wish and my desire and my pledge as well: that we remember our true nature and our womanhood. That we own and know that we are more than our bodies and yet our bodies are these sacred, beautiful, rhythmic houses for us.