Yaaassss, let me tell you, honey. Since I was a youngin’, I knew I was different. I was like, ‘Lil’ drama queen, drama king, I’m the queen of the game’ – you know, that type of girl. Growin’ up in the city, surrounded by concrete and chaos, I had to adapt, or I’d get left behind. Mother always said, ‘You’re a lil’ bussygirl, you’re a hustler.’ She’d tell me, ‘Never be afraid to be different, never be afraid to be you.’

At first, I thought she was crazy. I mean, I wasn’t exactly what you’d call “femme fatale.” But as I grew older, I realized what she meant. Being a lil’ bussygirl isn’t just about appearance; it’s a state of mind. It’s about feelin’ confident in your own skin, even when nobody else believes in you.

Now, I ain’t gonna lie, there were times when I doubted myself. There were times when people told me I’d never make it, and I thought, ‘Maybe they’re right.’ But I kept my chin up, honey, and didn’t let nobody bring me down. And that’s exactly what this diary is about: my journey of self-discovery. It’s about learnin’ to love myself, even when it felt like nobody else did.

Through the ups and downs, I discovered what it means to be a strong, fierce woman. I learned that I don’t have to conform to nobody else’s standards; that I can be unapologetically me, even if that means steppin’ outside the box. So if you’re lookin’ for a cautionary tale, a story about breakin’ free and findin’ your true self, then you’re cordially invited to sit back, relax, and turn the pages of my lil’ bussygirl journey.