✨ “No More Posts Until Royalty Rises”

Hey Royal Ones,

It’s your girl QueenDiva—caregiver, creator, and founder of Queen Diva Glitz N Glamz, where self-care is sacred and luxury is earned.

For the past two months, my daughters and I have been showing up, writing every Monday and Wednesday. Sharing stories. Pouring love. Building something that wasn’t just for us, but for you—the caregivers, the queens, the warriors in bonnets and business mode.

But here’s the truth:
💔 No sign-ups.
🛒 No sales.
📉 No movement.

I don’t say this for pity—I say it because I believe in transparency, and I believe in you. But I also believe energy should flow both ways. So until we hit 20 subscribers, I’m pressing pause on the blog.

Not forever. Not out of spite. But out of boundaries.

If what I write matters…
If you’ve ever said “Yasss Queen, I needed this” to one of my posts…
If you believe in supporting small businesses and real stories from real women—

✨Then subscribe.✨

Let’s grow this thing together. Because Queen Diva Glitz N Glamz ain’t just a brand. It’s a movement. A ministry. A mirror reminding you that even in the mess, you still shine.

I love y’all.
But it’s time to see if y’all love me back.

👑 Luxury. Legacy. Loyalty.
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👑 Get On Your Throne, Queen: The Soft Life Isn’t a Myth

Strength Ain’t Screaming — Sometimes It’s Silk Robes, Boundaries & Bubble Baths

“The soft life isn’t weakness. It’s the reward for surviving what should’ve broken you.”

Let me say this loud for the queens in the back still on survival mode:

Softness is your birthright. Not a luxury. Not a trend. Not a TikTok aesthetic.
It’s what you earned after holding it all together when everything tried to fall apart.

There was a time I thought soft meant lazy.
I used to grind until I couldn’t even taste my own food.
I thought the only way to “make it” was to struggle-loud and sacrifice everything.
But now?

I’m choosing silk over stress.
Prayer over panic.
Soft glow over hard hustle.

💕 What the Soft Life Looks Like in My World:

👑 Running a brand with boundaries – I built this business with my daughters, not to work ourselves to the bone — but to build a life with freedom, flexibility, and financial healing.

🛁 Creating products that soothe the soul – Every oil, butter, and shimmer is made with peace in mind. If it doesn’t feel good to create, it’s not getting made.

🎀 Being cared for while caring for others – As a caregiver, I pour out a lot. But now? I schedule my soft moments: a nap, a journal session, a 20-minute “don’t talk to me” candle-lit timeout.

🫶🏽 Letting my daughters take the lead sometimes – They’re older, smart, and this is their brand too. Watching them move with grace, business smarts, and style? That’s generational softness in motion.

📦 Saying “no” to chaos clients – If your vibe ain’t calm, clean, and respectful? You don’t get access to this royalty.

💫 The Soft Life Mindset

🧘🏽 You don’t have to respond right away.
Peace says “I’ll get to it when I’m aligned.”

💸 You don’t have to offer discounts to feel valuable.
Soft life says, “Luxury ain’t cheap — and neither is my energy.”

🗓️ You deserve rest before the breakdown.
Not after.

✨ Queen’s Note:

“The soft life isn’t just scented oils and fluffy robes — it’s discipline, it’s discernment, it’s deciding that your nervous system deserves safety too.”

👑 Get On Your Throne, Queen: Reclaiming Your Royal Time

DND, Divine Timing & the Art of Saying “Not Today, Satan”

“God didn’t give you 24 hours to burn out. He gave them to you to build, bless, breathe — and maybe nap.”

Sis.
Let me ask you a real question:

Who’s managing your time — YOU or the chaos?
'Cause for a long time, I was on team “run on fumes and figure it out.”
I’d skip meals, skip showers, forget where I left my phone — all while juggling loc oil orders, caregiving, momming, and business branding in the same bonnet.

Whew.
That’s not royalty, that’s rush-hour survival mode.

⏳ What Changed?

I got sick of being the last one on my own to-do list.

So I started treating my time the way I treat my body butters —
Sacred. Protected. Only available in limited quantities.

🕰️ Royal Time Rules I Swear By:

💌 Block time for God FIRST.
That quiet time ain’t optional — it’s spiritual armor. That’s the oil before the hustle.

📅 Theme your days.
Monday is for planning.
Tuesday is for content.
Wednesday is rest or reconnection.
Thursday is fulfillment.
Friday is flexible.
Saturday? Pop-up queen mode activated.
Sunday? UNAVAILABLE. That’s the Lord’s and the nap’s.

📵 Phone on DND when needed.
If it’s not Jesus, a customer, or someone bleeding… it can wait.

💅🏽 Prep orders in chunks.
Batch it up. You’re not Amazon Prime, you’re a handcrafted experience.

👑 Time for YOU is non-negotiable.
Yes, the house can wait. Yes, the kids will be okay. Yes, you deserve a solo Walmart run just to smell candles.

🔄 Reclaiming Time = Reclaiming Power

Every time I say “no” to what drains me,
I’m saying “yes” to my destiny.

Every hour I protect
is an hour I get to pour into legacy instead of leaking into everyone else’s mess.

✨ Queen’s Note:

“You are not a machine.
You are a miracle in motion.
And you owe it to your future self to stop burning daylight on people who wouldn’t even blink if your crown slipped.”

What They Don’t Tell You About Starting a Business

Let’s talk about the stuff they don’t post.

You know—the part after the logo drop, after the LLC paperwork, after the “new business alert” captions.

Let’s talk about the part where the money ain’t flowing.
Where the likes ain’t converting.
Where your only sales are happening at pop-up shops on one day of the week.
Yeah… that part.

Because I’m there right now.
And if you’re in it too? Sis, you are not alone.

The Truth Behind the Table

Right now, this business—Queen Diva Glitz N Glamz—is my only source of income.
Let me say that again: this isn’t side hustle money. This isn’t “extra income” for a vacation.
This is it. This is how I keep my family afloat.

But guess what?

I’m not making money yet.
Not real profit.
I’m only making just enough to re-up on supplies.
Buy more oils, more jars, more shimmer, more bags.

I’m investing back into it every single time…
And hoping that the next Saturday pop-up brings in enough to get me through the week.

That’s the real. And it’s exhausting.

Let’s Be Honest… It’s Hard

Nobody talks about:

• Crying after events where you didn’t sell a thing

• Watching people walk past your table like you’re invisible

• Friends and family grabbing freebies but never supporting your website

• Fighting that voice that says “Maybe I should just give up…”

But here’s what I do know:

I may be tired.
I may be learning as I go.
But I am not giving up.

Because even in the struggle, I know this is my purpose.
I know that every shimmer oil, every body butter, every drop of “Sweet Oil” I sell is connected to something bigger.

Learning New Strategies, One Step at a Time

Right now, I’m in full survival mode.
But I’m also in student mode.
I’m learning:

• New ways to bring in income during the week

• How to show up even when it feels like nobody’s watching

• What content actually connects—and what flops

• How to keep promoting without losing my mind or my values

Because I’m not just selling products.
I’m building a brand.
A legacy.
A testimony.

And trust me, when this thing does take off?
I’ll remember these slow seasons.
These “just enough” days.
These Saturdays that carried my whole week.

To Anyone in the Same Boat

If your business isn’t booming yet…
If you’re barely making enough to re-up…
If your whole income is riding on your tablecloth and faith—

I see you.
I feel you.
And I’m walking it right beside you.

You are not failing.
You are figuring it out.

And I truly believe:
God will bless the consistency, the honesty, and the grind.
Even when the crowd is small.
Even when the support is quiet.
Even when it looks like nothing is working…

Keep going.
Your crown was never built for quitting.

—

With love, grit, and glitter,
Queen Diva 👑

Why I Support Pride—Even If It Costs Me

“If supporting love, peace, and people costs me a few sales, so be it. My blessings don’t come from man—they come from God.”

This post might not follow my usual topics. It might not get the most clicks. It might even lose me some customers.

But I’m writing it anyway.

Because what’s been on my heart is too loud to ignore. And if I stay quiet just to be accepted, I’m not walking in my truth—I’m just blending in with fear. And that ain’t me.

Let’s Talk About It. For Real.

I’ve been seeing too much lately. Too many posts that turn “faith” into a weapon. Too many people using God’s name to shame, exclude, or tear down folks in the LGBTQ+ community.

Let me say this clearly and directly:
I believe in God. I follow Jesus. And I love people—ALL people.

I don’t care what anyone says. I’m not going to use my faith to reject someone who’s simply living as their true self.

The LGBTQ+ Community Deserves Love Too

Now let me be real:
I don’t have a bunch of LGBTQ+ friends.
But I do have family—beautiful, bold family—who live far away. We don’t talk often, but I love them deeply.

If I had a friend in the LGBTQ+ community, I would have their back tenfold. Because the ones I’ve known or come across?
They’re loyal.
They’re kind.
They show up.
And let’s be honest—they’re some of the realest people I’ve ever seen.

But Isn’t That a Sin?

That’s the question I hear a lot.

And to that I say:
People love to play spiritual dodgeball with the Bible—picking and throwing scriptures that fit their comfort while ignoring the ones that call them out.

You wanna talk about sin? Then let’s talk about the gossip, the pride, the judgment, the cheating, the envy... or do those not count when it’s convenient?

Jesus never said “Shame them.” He said “Love them.”
He didn’t tell people to point fingers—He told them to look at their own hearts first.

I’m Not Backing Down

I don’t support the LGBTQ+ community in secret. I’m not whispering it behind closed doors.

I’m saying it boldly, right here, right now:

🌈 You are loved.
🌈 You are welcome here.
🌈 You have a seat at my table.

And if that bothers somebody?
Then maybe this space wasn’t for them in the first place. Because my brand—Queen Diva Glitz N Glamz—is rooted in faith, truth, and love.
Not fear. Not judgment. And certainly not hate.

To My LGBTQ+ Family and Supporters:

You don’t have to change who you are to feel safe here.
You don’t have to explain yourself.
You don’t have to shrink to fit anyone’s comfort zone.

You are seen, worthy, and never alone.

Standing in Love—Always

I might lose a few likes.
I might lose a few customers.

But I won’t lose myself trying to please people who never knew my heart to begin with.

God didn’t put me on this earth to sell products and stay quiet.
He gave me a voice.
And I’m using it to say:

✨Love is not a sin. But hate just might be.✨

—

With love, light, and glitter always,
Queen Diva 👑

👑 Get On Your Throne, Queen: Legacy Loading

Building More Than a Brand — You’re Birthing a Movement

“You’re not just selling products. You’re planting seeds. You’re writing a story your daughters will read one day — and say ‘my mama did that.’”

Let’s get this straight.
Queen Diva Glitz N Glamz?
It ain’t just whipped butters and pretty packaging.
It’s ministry. It’s memory. It’s movement.

I built this brand in the middle of the storm:
While wiping tears, blending oils, and figuring out who TF I was after life flipped my crown sideways.
And guess what?

I built it anyway.
With faith.
With love.
With my babies watching.
With my King beside me.
With my roots deep and my glitter ready.

🛠 This Brand is My Blueprint

🕊 It’s a testimony.
Every label, every scent, every shimmer glaze? It speaks of survival and self-worth.

🩷 It’s healing.
For me. For other caregivers. For women who forgot they were the prize.

💼 It’s provision.
It’s helping pay for essentials. It’s funding the recovery journey. It’s teaching my daughters how to build something out of brokenness.

📢 It’s advocacy.
I use this brand to speak up — for caregivers, for brain injury survivors, for every queen holding it down while holding herself together.

👑 My Legacy Looks Like This:

• My daughters, not just watching — but building beside me. Every label, every scent, every sale — they’ve been hands-on since day one. This is their legacy too.

• My customers feeling like royalty the minute they open that package.

• My husband shining in his own way, proud of what we have built together.

• My faith in action — not just in church, but in every label I print and prayer I whisper over a package.

💭 Imagine This:

Five years from now, my brand’s in stores, my blog’s a book, my platform is funding caregiver support retreats…
And someone walks up to my daughter and says:

“You’re Queen Diva’s daughter, right?”
And she smiles and says:
“Yep. And now I run this empire too.”

That’s legacy.

✨ Queen’s Note:

“Your glow is generational. Your dream is divine.
Don’t just chase the bag — build the kingdom.”

👑 Get On Your Throne, Queen: Your Royal Court

Finding Your Tribe, Setting Standards, and Releasing the Freeloaders With Love

“Your crown is sacred. Let people close who know how to treat royalty.”

Every queen has a court.
Some ride with you in silence.
Some shout your name from the rooftops.
And some?
Well... let’s just say some were only there for the free body butter and tea they didn’t earn. 😤

I used to think being a real one meant letting everybody in.
Cousins, friends, play cousins, church folks who smiled weird — I gave too much, too fast, to too many.
And guess what I learned?

Loyalty don’t live in bloodlines.
Support don’t always wear the face you expect.
And some folks don’t deserve front-row seats to your glow-up.

👥 Who’s in My Royal Court?

✨ My Daughters – The princesses turned warriors. They hold me down, lift me up, and now help run this business like little bosses.

✨ My Husband – The survivor king. Even through recovery, he’s been sharpening his voice and showing up in powerful ways. His strength reminds me why this brand exists — and trust, he’s been communicating for the brand in ways that bring in love AND sales. Period.

✨ My True Friends – Not the “girl, you still doing that little business?” crowd — I’m talking the ones who send prayers, share my posts, and show up with coffee and a charger.

✨ My Customers Turned Sisters – You queens who show love, tag your orders, DM encouragement? Y’all are part of this queendom forever.

❌ Who Had to Be Released?

Listen…
You can love people and still protect your peace.
I had to release:

• The ones who only show up when they want something.

• The family who take but never pour back.

• The friends who vanished when things got real.

• The “supporters” who never spend a dime but got a million opinions.

And I didn’t do it loud.
I did it lovingly.
I did it so I could breathe again.

💎 Building a Court That Reflects Your Crown

Here’s what I’ve learned:

✔️ If they make you question your worth, they gotta go.
✔️ If they cheer for your boundaries, they can stay.
✔️ If they celebrate the version of you that’s healed AND glowing? That’s family.

👑 Queen’s Note:

“Not everyone can walk with royalty.
Some will fumble your crown just trying to hold it.
Let them go.
Keep your circle sacred.
And when you find your tribe, love them like royalty — because that’s what y’all are.”

👑 Get On Your Throne, Queen: Crown Maintenance

Boundaries, Burnout, and Becoming the Version of You That YOU Love

“You can’t pour from an empty crown, sis. Even royalty needs rest, prayer, and a skincare routine.”

Let’s be real:
Being strong all the time?
Is a scam.
Being everything to everyone?
Will have you cracked, crusty, and crying in the bathroom over your last mini body butter.

There was a time I wore burnout like it was part of my uniform:
✔️ Wife duties.
✔️ Mom duties.
✔️ CEO duties.
✔️ Caregiver.
✔️ Cook.
✔️ Therapist.
✔️ Free Uber.
✔️ Inspirational quote machine.

Whewww chile.
But who was showing up for ME?

🧖🏽‍♀️ Self-Care Ain’t a Luxury — It’s a Survival Tool.

I had to learn — painfully — that if I don’t pour into myself, I’ll have nothing left for the people I love.

So now?
I protect my peace like it’s my last jar of whipped body butter.

💼 Crown Maintenance Checklist:

✨ Non-Negotiables I Live By:

• Quiet time with God – before the phone, the emails, the chaos. Just me and the One who gave me this throne.

• Daily affirmations – because the world will try to define you. But I remind myself:

  “I am chosen. I am covered. I am capable. I am Queen.”

• Skin and scalp care – because when I look good, I feel good. Period.

  My locs don’t just grow — they speak. They tell the story of survival, growth, and every sacred scalp oil session I’ve earned.
  From retwists to deep hydration days, my crown is tenderly maintained, because it carries my whole legacy.

• Saying NO without guilt – no explanations, no overthinking. Just “no.” That’s a full sentence, boo.

• Check-ins with myself – “How do you really feel today, sis?” And I answer honestly. Even when it’s messy.

💬 When the Crown Feels Heavy...

Some days the cape is dragging and the glitter don’t sparkle the same.
And on those days? I rest.
Not quit.
REST.

Even queens need naps, okay?

Rest is resistance.
Rest is sacred.
Rest is how we keep showing up with softness, not resentment.

✨ Queen’s Note:

“You don’t earn your worth through exhaustion.
You are worthy right now, as you are. Moisturized, loc’d, and loved.”

👑 Get On Your Throne, Queen: The Reign

Leading With Loyalty, Lip Gloss, and Lessons Learned the Hard Way

“Being a queen ain’t about being loud — it’s about being rooted. It’s knowing who you are when no one’s clapping, and still choosing to shine.”

Some people think wearing a crown means you’re sitting pretty, fanned by feathers and fed grapes.
Let me be the first to tell you:
Sometimes royalty looks like sweatpants, a messy bun, and a prayer whispered through tears.

But make no mistake — I’m still reigning.
Not because it’s easy.
Not because it’s cute.
But because it’s mine.
This life, this family, this business — I run it with love, loyalty, and a whole lotta lip gloss.

💖 The Heart of My Reign

I don’t just run a business. I run a home where healing lives.
My husband, a walking miracle.
My daughters, my daily reminders that strength is feminine.
Myself? Still learning to balance it all without losing myself again.

Running Queen Diva Glitz N Glamz is more than posting pretty products.
It’s:

• Late nights and early mornings mixing oils by hand.

• Pop-up prep with glitter on my forehead and shipping labels stuck to my elbow.

• Family members side-eying my hustle while grabbing free samples.

• Smiling through exhaustion, because this dream is bigger than me.

💅🏽 The Rules of This Reign

1. Loyalty over Likes.
   If you only show up when it’s trending, you can stay over there. I’m building legacy, not popularity.

2. Boundaries protect my glow.
   I love hard, but I don’t bend until I break anymore. Saying “no” is self-care too, baby.

3. God is always the CEO.
   I plan, I push, I grind — but He directs every single step. That’s why my throne stays firm.

🛑 Real Talk: The Weight of the Crown

Some days?
I want to throw the crown in the closet and hide under the covers.
But then I remember:
This crown ain’t just for me.
It’s for every caregiver out there feeling invisible.
Every mama putting herself last.
Every woman who forgot she was royalty because life’s been heavy.

The reign isn’t about being perfect. It’s about showing up, rooted, and still choosing to rule with grace.

✨ Queen’s Note:

“They won’t always clap for you. Clap anyway.
They won’t always believe in your vision. Build it anyway.
The throne is yours. Reign like you already won.”

From Breakdown to Breakthrough: My Weight, My Hair, My Healing

Before the storm hit, I started changing.

Not because I saw it coming—but because God did.

I began my weight loss and loc journey months before our world flipped upside down. I didn’t know I was preparing for a battle. I thought I was just doing something for me—trying to feel better in my body, glow a little more in the mirror. But baby, the Lord had bigger plans than the scale or a selfie.

The Storm I Didn't Ask For

Everything changed when my husband got sick. Our life shifted overnight. Caregiver. Provider. Mother. Wife. Entrepreneur. Survivor. I was wearing every crown, even when it felt heavy.

I won’t lie—it broke me. The fear, the grief, the unknown. There were days I couldn’t even look in the mirror, let alone keep pushing.

But the thing about faith? It don’t fold under pressure.

The Crown, The Weight & The Warrior

As I started losing weight, I realized it wasn’t just fat leaving my body—it was fear. It was pain. It was everything I thought I had to carry just to keep going. Every pound gone was proof that I could still show up for myself, even when the world was on fire.

And my locs? They weren’t just a hairstyle. They were my journey in strands. Every twist, every part, every section represented something I had survived. Something I had let go. Something I chose to grow from.

God Was Training Me the Whole Time

I talk about the Lord a lot. I know. And I’ll keep talking about Him.

Because without Him, there’s no “Queen Diva Glitz N Glamz.”
There’s no business.
No pop-up shops.
No blog.
No strength.

Just a broken woman trying to survive on her own.

But with Him? There’s purpose. There’s patience. There’s peace—even in the waiting.

I’m Not Done Yet (But Look at Me Now)

I’m still walking this journey. Still shedding, still healing, still learning. But I can feel the shift. We’ve gained some loyal customers. People are starting to see me—see us. And I know that when the timing is right, God’s gonna open those floodgates and I’m gonna be running to keep up with the blessings.

Until then, I’m tending to my front yard. My peace. My prayers.
I’m listening more. Pushing less. Trusting harder.
Because it’s not about who supports you loudest—it’s about who God assigns to your journey.

From Me to You, Queen to Queen 👑

If you’re in a hard season, don’t give up. Don’t rush it. Don’t let rejection trick you into thinking you’re not chosen.

You are.

Your glow-up might not be loud right now, but baby, when God releases it? Whew. The world won’t know what hit ‘em.

Keep the faith. Straighten that crown. And stay ready.

Because when the time comes…

You won’t just walk in your purpose—you’ll RUN.

—

✨ With love, loyalty, and a little shimmer,
QueenDiva

No Bites, But I’m Still Blooming: Trusting the Timing, Not the Timeline

Whew… Where do I even begin?

Since launching my website and officially stepping into this business life, it’s been a beautiful chaos—equal parts glitter and grind. The pop-up shops have been a blessing. I’ve met queens and kings face-to-face, got real hugs, real compliments, and even better—some loyal customers who keep coming back like clockwork. God, I see what You’re doing.

But let’s be honest… it hasn’t all been confetti and cash.

There have been moments—quiet, humbling moments—where I was posting content and hearing crickets. No likes. No shares. No bites. I had to remind myself: this ain’t a sprint, it’s a seed planting. And baby, seeds don’t scream when they grow—they push through dirt in silence.

🌿 Front Yard Faith & Healing

This week, I found myself outside in my front yard—not for the aesthetics, but for the sanity. Just pulling weeds, pruning bushes, talking to God like He was right there trimming the edges with me. I wasn’t out there to impress nobody. I was out there healing. I told the Lord,

“I don’t understand the pace of this process… but I trust You know the path.”

Because see, if I rush it, I ruin it. But if I wait on God’s timing? Whew, I’ll be running to keep up with what He’s about to release.

💬 To the Ones Watching in Silence

Let me say this to whoever needs to hear it:
If folks misunderstand you, twist your words, or act funny because you're moving different now—that’s their burden to carry, not yours.

Sometimes the people not supporting you were never assigned to your vision in the first place. And that's okay. Not everybody is meant to clap at your bloom.

I used to take it personally… now I take it to prayer.

🌸 Slow Growth is Still Growth

I’m learning to give myself grace in the slow seasons, to recognize that loyal customers > fake love, and that quality connections beat shallow engagement every time.

And when the doors open, baby, they gon’ fly off the hinges.

If you’re in a season where you feel unseen—remember, even flowers bloom with no audience. And when it’s your season, you won’t be able to stop the overflow.

Stay faithful. Stay rooted. Keep your eyes on God, and your hands in your work.
Because soon enough, your name will be whispered in rooms you haven’t even entered yet.

And when that harvest hits? Oh honey…
You won’t just be walking—you’ll be running.

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Healing in the Mirror: Reclaiming Me Through Self-Care

There was a time I could barely look at myself in the mirror.
Not because I didn't love myself… but because I’d forgotten who I was.

Life had been lifing:
Caregiving full-time.
Running a household.
Trying to keep a dream alive while wondering if anyone even cared.
Losing pieces of me in the process.

But somewhere between the exhaustion and the emptiness,
I felt a whisper:
“Come back home to yourself.”

And I listened.

What Self-Care Looks Like (When You’re Not Okay)

Let’s be real — self-care ain't always bubble baths and retail therapy.
Sometimes, it’s sitting in silence.
Sometimes, it’s crying in the shower.
Sometimes, it’s telling folks “no” without explaining a thing.
And sometimes? It’s oiling your scalp, turning off your phone, and remembering that YOU deserve softness too.

I had to start small:

• Putting on body butter and speaking affirmations like my life depended on it (because it did).

• Looking myself in the mirror and saying: You’re still her.

• Giving myself permission to heal in real time, not rush the process.

• Reclaiming my glow — not just on my skin, but in my spirit.

Why I Had to Start Pouring Into Me Again

I love my family.
I love my husband.
I love my kids.
But loving them shouldn’t mean losing me.

I realized:
How can I pour into others when I’m running on fumes?
How can I advocate for caregivers if I don't take care of the caregiver — me?

This self-care journey isn’t selfish.
It’s survival.
It’s sacred.
It’s reclamation.

This New Chapter: Healing Loudly. Glowing Softly.

I’m reopening my self-care chapter — and this time, I’m doing it unapologetically.
Not just to survive… but to thrive.
To show other women, caregivers, mamas, and entrepreneurs:
You can go through hell and still rise up glowing.

So if you see me talking more about skincare, affirmations, journaling, and healing rituals… know this:
I’m not selling products.
I’m offering pieces of peace.

Welcome to my glow-up.
And thank you for walking beside me.

With love, oil, and a whole lotta healing,
~ QueenDivaC 👑

No Sales. No Support. But Still I Rise.

Let’s just say it plainly:
Starting a business ain’t all glitter and grand openings.

Some days? I had everything ready—products made, photos posted, prices listed—and not one person bought.
Not one person shared.
Not one “congrats,” not even a “how’s it going?”

Just silence.

But I kept going anyway.
Why?

Because the vision God gave me wasn’t based on applause.

It was built on purpose.

It Hurt... But It Grew Me

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sting—watching strangers cheer for brands they don’t know, while people I love scrolled past my dreams like they didn’t exist.

There were nights I cried over body butters that didn’t sell.
Mornings I doubted myself before I even got out the bed.
Whole weeks where my website sat with zero traffic.
And let’s not even talk about the folks who asked for samples… then vanished like vapor.

But every “no” forced me to rely on God, not people.
Every dry season reminded me: your worth ain’t tied to numbers.
And Queen, your calling doesn’t need co-signs.

Pop-Up Power, Purpose, and a Second Wind

Fast forward to today...
I’ve had two pop-up shops and baby, the shift is REAL.

Not just in sales, but in spirit.

My husband—who’s still on his healing journey from a brain injury—has started communicating more because of these events.
He helps. He sells. He shines.

What started as me chasing purpose turned into a way for us to rebuild.

This ain’t just about money. It’s about movement.
God is moving. And we’re moving with Him.

To the Queen Reading This...

If you feel like nobody sees you...
If your posts get no likes, your site’s getting crickets, and you’re ready to give up?

Hear me clearly:
God didn’t give you that gift for it to sit in silence.
Your consistency is a seed. Your pain has purpose.
And your glow-up is loading—not based on popularity, but obedience.

Keep showing up.
Even when they don’t.
Even when it’s quiet.
Even when support feels like a rumor.

Because Queen... you’re still rising.
And the crown looks GOOD on you.

With love, strength, and sparkle,
~ QueenDivaC 👑

“Unfiltered, Unapologetic, Unstoppable: Meet Queen Diva”

May 28, 2025 | Queen Life, Caregiver Diaries, Natural Hair, Faith & Self-Love

"This blog ain't just content—it's therapy. It’s my testimony. It’s my sanctuary."

👑 Who Is Queen Diva?
Wife. Mama. Caregiver. Faith-walker. Glow-giver. I’ve worn many titles, but this one right here—Queen Diva C—is me walking in my God-given light.

This space is for the real ones. For the tired but still glowing. For the ones juggling healing, hustle, and holding everyone down.

🧴 My Brand, My Mission
Queen Diva Glitz N Glamz was born from pain, purpose, and prayer. Handmade self-care for sensitive skin, built with nothing but love, faith, and grit. My site is my storefront—but this blog? This is my soul front.

🌿 My Loc & Natural Journey
My hair story is my freedom story. I embraced my locs alongside my daughters, and we grew together—literally. Every twist carries strength. Every coil is a crown. If you’ve ever wrestled with your hair journey while healing from life’s storms... sis, I see you.

💖 What You’ll Find Here

• Caregiver moments: raw and real

• Self-love & glow-up posts

• Weight loss highs and lows

• Hair & loc tips

• Q&A sessions and open Queen Chats

• Honest reflections, random rants, and royal revelations

💬 Join the Journey
This isn’t just my blog. It’s our safe space. Let’s build something sacred together. Drop a comment, share your story, or join a Queen Chat. Crowns are welcome here.

Love & Light,
Queen Diva C

From Caregiver to Queen: How I Turned Struggles into Strength and Built a Brand

Being a caregiver to my husband, a brain injury survivor, has been one of the hardest things I've ever done. The days are full of ups and downs—some days, I feel like I’m learning everything all over again, and other days, I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. But one thing I know for sure: I’ll never give up. Ohana means family, and no matter what, you never leave one behind.
The physical demands of caregiving never leave. My husband can't be left alone for long because of his seizures, and balancing his care with trying to start my own business has felt impossible at times. And don't even get me started on the lack of support. Only a couple of people are there for me, and that’s a challenge all on its own. At times, I’ve felt like a burden to my daughters, who have had to step in and help. I’ve always told myself, though, that I’m doing my best, but it can be tough when it feels like the respect is slipping away.
There were so many times when I wished my family would support my passion for creating natural products. Instead, they only wanted my creations for free, and some even took my samples and tried to duplicate them. That was the turning point for me. Instead of giving up, I decided to make this not just a hobby, but a business. I went ahead and created an LLC to make my dream a reality, to not only support my family but to give my daughters something to call their own. And now, Queen Diva Glitz N Glamz isn’t just a brand—it’s a symbol of resilience.
Caregivers need so much more than just help with physical tasks—they need a space to be heard. They need compassion, a hug, and a reminder that they’re doing their best. There is no manual for this kind of work, and each situation is different. For brain injury survivors, the transition from independence to reliance is tough, and as a caregiver, I’ve had to learn how to separate my roles as a spouse and a caretaker. It's one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. The first year was the hardest. I went into fight or flight mode and slipped into a deep depression. The second year wasn’t much better—I even lost a decade-long friendship because it didn’t fit into my new life. But year three? I started to care for myself again.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that self-care isn’t just a luxury—it’s a necessity. I had to remind myself that if I didn’t take care of me, who would? It wasn’t easy, but slowly, I started giving myself the tender love and care I needed. I straightened my crown and began living again. That’s when everything shifted. I found my strength, not just as a caregiver, but as a woman and a business owner.

To anyone out there who feels overwhelmed, who feels like they’re at their breaking point, remember: You are doing the best you can. And that’s more than enough. Keep going and take it one day at a time. We may not have all the answers, but we have each other.

Straighten your crown, Queen, and rise—because you are unstoppable.