How Beyoncé Inspires Me to Be The Best Version of Myself


After watching Beychella, aka Beyoncé's EPIC Coachella performance this weekend (twice, to be exact), I went to the gym. I also did laundry, washed dishes, shaved my legs, did a mud mask, listened to a meditation, worked on my book proposal, wrote my weekly newsletter AND this here blog.

So yeah, I had quite the productive Sunday. After getting roughly six hours of sleep ... I went to bed around 5:30 a.m. CT following the original airing of Beychella and woke up to watch the replay at 11 a.m.). 

To say I was inspired, motivated and energized would be a vast understatement. For those of you who don’t know, I’m a HUGE Beyoncé fan. Actually, a Beyoncé Stan is probably more like it.

I’ve been a card carrying-member of the BeyHive dating back to her Destiny’s Child days in the late ‘90s. Back when I was obsessed with skinny White pop stars and Beyoncé’s bootyliciousness was a breath of fresh air.

My childhood bedroom is still adorned with pictures of Beyoncé and J. Lo around the mirror because they were the first women I saw in mainstream media whose curves resembled mine. And so I’ve been riding with Bey ever since.

“Bills, Bills, Bills” and “Independent Women” (both parts) taught me that I don’t need to depend on a man, or anybody for that matter, to get what I want. “Survivor” helped me overcome the bullying I endured in middle school for skipping a grade and “Bootylicious” is, to this day, my personal body positivity anthem. And when Beyoncé went solo? Whew, Lord! 

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My point is, Beyoncé has always been there for me. Her discography is the soundtrack to my life, my love, my journey to fully embracing what it means to be a Black woman in all its glory, heartbreak and triumph. I mean, have you listened to LEMONADE?! She’s the song I listen to before a big presentation to hype me up. She’s the song I play when I’m feeling happy, angry, sexy and all of the above.

Now that I'm an adult, I can truly appreciate Beyoncé's professionalism and it's a level to which I aspire. She constantly inspires me to be the best version of myself. There’s a reason “Channel Your Inner Beyoncé” is the current wallpaper on my phone. I want to be the Beyoncé of storytelling.

Every time I see her perform live, I'm reminded of the GQ interview where she mentioned the digital-storage facility where she's meticulously organized every picture, every interview, every performance she's ever done ... EVER! And when she's on tour, she watches a DVD of every show, critiques herself and EVERYONE in her crew, then provides them with feedback.

If Beyoncé thinks she has room to improve, then surely I do as well. Surely I can study my craft and refine it and refine it some more. I used to scoff at the popular Pinterest quote that says "you have the same hours in a day as Beyoncé." Yeah, right, I smirked. We may have the same hours in a day, but she has a personal trainer, a private chef, a personal assistant, and so forth and so on.

Admittedly, it was a bit of laziness on my part. I'm not a billionaire pop star, so it's okay if I half-ass this project. It's okay if I don't meet that goal. It's not my fault I'm not Beyoncé. In hindsight, I recognize these were excuses, all of them.

Am I truly making the most of my days? Or am I wasting a lot of my time scrolling through social media, comparing myself to other people who are actually doing the work instead of thinking about it or talking about it? Am I willing to put in the work and get up early to work on that book or go to the gym? Or am I going to hit snooze five times in a row?

I've always believed Beyoncé to be the best live entertainer of our time and she proved that fact tenfold this weekend. No one is on her level ... no one even comes close (don't @ me). She's in a league of her own. She could rest on her laurels. But she doesn't ... and I won't either, which is exactly how I found myself at the gym on a Sunday afternoon.

It’s not a stretch to say Beyoncé has made me a better woman and, specifically, has made me proud to be a Black woman. You can hate on her all you want, but you can't deny her talent, her poise, her professionalism. And if that's not #GOALS, then I don't know what is.