I am Ifunanya

HELP ME! I am Miss Independent and I don't need no damn help from anyone [inserts neck roll here] but even with my go-get-it-done attitude, I realized I don't want to be Miss Independent forever and I am trying to shake her loose. As a black woman, my power comes from who I am.  Always wanting to be seen as strong, even when crippling at it's own weight I find it hard to let others help me , this is a problem of mine. If I could paint a little image of how I view my independent side, it would be a trailer truck with flames painted on the sides. She's big, intimidating, and will most likely run you over if you get in her way. She wasn't always that huge. She first started out as a small bike; cute, got me where I needed to go. However, over time and with mounting disappointments later, she turned into a coupe, then a SUV, into a mid-size family van, and now she's so big, she can't even get on most roads. I don't like being at the mercy of others, i