you’re not supposed to say that you are beautiful. you’re not supposed to say that you knocked it out of the park, that you worked it, and that your work was Fiyah…
but I am
i sensed that my photo shoot was going to be amazing weeks before i scheduled it. i looked at my face in my bathroom one morning, still adjusting to my newly coiled hair, and thought “my photo shoot is gonna be bomb.” i just felt it. (my new haircut frames my face in new ways while simultaneously brewing strength inside of me.)
i hired a dope photographer, bought some clothes to compliment my dark brown skin, called up my go-to MUA, and planned my characters. i wanted to be a sweet mom, a bad-azz attorney, and my favorite character: my fiery, vivacious self.
the 60 degree winter weather did not prevent me from bringing the heat, though. i felt myself Working It. i felt myself serving face and smizing like Tyra taught me. i felt the fiyah (shut up in my bonez)!
when a bestie saw the proofs, she exclaimed, “yes and amen!
during my early audition days i was afraid to reveal my entire self to the camera. i felt muted, so muted that i stopped auditioning because i knew that the internal roadblocks needed to go if i was going to have any sort of success.
well, dem roadblocks done been steamrolled over with no sign of a potential resurrection, thank you Jesus! the new and improved natural Chanté is here, and she ain’t here for games or fake, unnecessary “humility.” at moments she might look like a sweet mom, but in a blink of an eye she could easily switch into a bad-azz lawyer.
enjoy the show.