“The only person who can make you feel small is you. And the only person who can stop you from thriving is you too.” Okay sis, let’s talk about the elephant in the room that nobody warned you about. You wake up dreading Monday. Your stomach drops when you see their name pop up on Slack. And you have spent more time venting to your roommates about your toxic boss than actually doing your work. I have been there. And let me tell

“Every time you apologize for existing in an email, you teach people that your time and needs are optional.” Sis, I need you to hear me on this one. I was scrolling through my inbox last week and saw an email from a 22-year-old intern that said: “Sorry for the late reply, I know you’re super busy, but if you have a second…” And I almost cried. Not because it was bad — because it was so painfully familiar. Your communication style in

“You don’t get what you deserve. You get what you negotiate.” Okay sis, let’s talk about the thing that makes your stomach drop just thinking about it: asking for a salary raise. You’ve been showing up early, staying late, taking on extra projects, and somehow your paycheck still looks the same as it did six months ago. Meanwhile your rent went up, your tuition payment is lurking, and you’re pretty sure your coworker who does less is making more. I know exactly why

“Imposter syndrome is just the voice in your head that forgot to check its sources.” Hey sis. Let me guess — you just got the internship, or maybe you aced that exam you were terrified of, or you finally got that promotion at your first real job. And instead of celebrating, there’s this voice in your head whispering, “They’re going to find out you don’t belong here.” That right there? That’s imposter syndrome. And girl, it is lying to you so hard it

“Your job is not your personality. Your title is not your worth. And your 9-to-5 is not your purpose.” Let’s get real for a second, sis. When was the last time someone asked you “what do you do?” and you felt a little knot in your stomach because you didn’t love your answer? Or worse — you felt your entire identity hinge on whether that answer sounded impressive enough? I remember being 22, fresh out of college, and absolutely terrified that my first