Faith, Flour, and Femininity: Embracing My Identity Through Food

There’s something powerful about a woman who knows her way around the kitchen—not because she has to, but because she chooses to.

For me, cooking has never been just about feeding people. It’s about pouring love into the world in a language my ancestors spoke fluently—with food, with prayer, and with grace.

Baking is where my femininity feels most sacred. It’s where I let softness lead, where I mix strength with sweetness. It’s where I tie on an apron, pull back my curls, and create something that speaks even when I don’t have the words.

In a world that sometimes tells Black women to be strong before we’re soft, I’ve reclaimed my strength through flour and faith.

Because I believe femininity isn’t weakness—it’s spiritual power.

My grandma embodied that. She wore pearls and prayed over peach cobbler. She could fry chicken while reciting scripture. She held joy in her voice and wisdom in her hands. She showed me that embracing your womanhood and walking in faith could happen at the same time—especially in the kitchen.

My go-to reminder when I feel out of balance?

“She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.” – Proverbs 31:25

This verse reminds me that there’s strength in gentleness, beauty in nurturing, and legacy in every meal I prepare.

So when I bake, I do so in full expression of who I am: a woman of faith, culture, softness, and soul.

This kitchen isn’t just where I make meals—it’s where I meet God, celebrate my roots, and come home to myself.