The Buttafly Effect
- Gogo uMkhanyakude
- Oct 1, 2016
- 2 min read
“When the butterfly emerges from her chrysalis, there is nothing left of the caterpillar she once was, not even a memory. Therefore, she flies without hesitation, instinctively understanding her purpose. She knows what she has never been taught. She follows the path of migration that she was never shown. Yet, she knows and arrives at her destination at the right moment, with only her instinct as her guide. And when she arrives, she is surrounded by other butterflies who have made the same trek. And they go on beautifully together.”
Miss Buttafly
What is “The Buttafly Effect?”
The Buttafly Effect is the result of an evolution, a revolution, and an emergence that occurs within the heart and mind of every Black and Brown woman that as she rises to meet her greatness as the innovator of beauty, fashion, spirituality, femininity, home and hearth. The time has come for us as Black and Brown women to remember who we are and reclaim our rich cultural heritage.
Personal metamorphosis doesn’t happen in a vacuum. It is an act of conscious evolution. It is an agreement between one’s will and intuition to manifest that which your ancestors and inner Goddess already know to be so. Much like the butterfly, personal metamorphosis takes time, dedication, and focus. For me, I’ve come to realize that my entire life is metamorphosis. I am constantly changing, growing, and becoming. Over the years, I’ve learned to accept this flux and even master it to some degree. I used to bemoan the constant ebb and flow of my life’s experiences. I got tired of being “sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes level to the ground.” I didn’t understand the universal laws of frequency and vibration as it pertained to how I was experiencing my life. I didn’t understand my own divinity. I couldn’t place myself within the context of my own rich cultural heritage. It wasn’t until I became aware of these invisible forces and their affect on me that I was able to effectively change my mind about what it meant to be a Black or Brown woman.
I no longer see myself as a second-class citizen. I no longer see myself as a consolation prize for men. I no longer see myself as the sacrificial lamb for my friends and family. I see myself as I am; strong, vulnerable, proud, uncertain, divine, human... I am a woman. I am a woman of color. I am a Black woman. I am a Native woman, an Indigenous woman, an Original woman. I am a woman, and that fact alone makes me magic.
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